The Recall Trials

I stood, dizzy.

"I...no. I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to—"

Nomi held her stare.

Zaara’s breath hitched.

Tears clung to her lashes.

She touched my arm. "We need to do something. There has to be something—an antidote, a way to slow it down—"

But I couldn’t hear her anymore.

Because inside my chest, the voice was whispering again.

You see? This is what happens when you remember.

You kill the people you care about.

And now, you’ll watch her die.