Flashback ( PDFDrive )

So I have no more need for anyone else.” His eyes fixed on Wylie’s.
“I’m willing to let your friends go if you come peacefully. And all I
need from you is information. Once I have it, you’ll be free to go as
well.”
“Right,” Dex snorted. “After you torture him.”
“Telepaths have no reason to resort to such dramatics,” Gethen
argued. “I can find the memory I need in a matter of minutes.”
“What memory?” Wylie demanded. “I already told you—I wasn’t
there when my mom made her final leap!”
Gethen wiped his bloody chin. “Yes, I know. I was there.”
Wylie flinched at the words. And even with the shadows dimming
her brain, Sophie realized . . .
He was facing his mother’s murderer.
If the story Lady Gisela told her was true, Fintan sent Gethen to do
some sort of mind trick to break Cyrah’s concentration as she tried to
leap home, causing her to fade away—right in front of her son.
Wylie’s hands crackled with threads of light as he stalked to the
edge of his green bubble. “If you knew I wasn’t there, why did you
keep calling me a liar during my interrogation?”
Gethen sighed. “I didn’t. That’s the problem with
compartmentalizing information. Fintan and Brant only had certain
pieces of the story, because they weren’t supposed to be focusing on
your mother at that point. But Fintan adjusted the timeline when he
took over—and I wasn’t around to fill him in on the many ways he was
mistaken. So now I’m trying to get us back on track—and adjust for
Vespera’s additions. Which means I need to know what your mother
hid from us—and before you claim that she never told you, ask