Flashback ( PDFDrive )

yourself this: Have you ever noticed any gaps in your memories? Any
details that seem a little fuzzy?”
Wylie pressed his lips together.
“That’s what I thought. Cyrah was no fool. She knew anything she
told you would put you in danger. But she also knew that something
might happen to her if she chose to cross us, and then the information
would be lost. If she’d written it down, I would’ve found it by now. So
she must’ve had one of her Telepath friends hide her secrets deep in
your head.”
“That’s all just a theory!” Sophie managed to grit out as she turned
to Wylie. “If he can’t find what he’s looking for, he’ll do a memory
break.”
“I’m not wrong,” Gethen insisted calmly, “and if Wylie cooperates, I
won’t need to resort to anything so extreme. But that’s a risk he’s
going to have to take—and you’re wasting precious seconds. Is the
Vacker boy even still breathing?”
Sophie couldn’t tell. But Fitz’s skin was turning from blue to gray,
and the shadows in her head were latching on like they were
permanently part of her brain—which made the selfish, terrified part
of her want to beg Wylie to do whatever he could to save them.
Instead, she forced herself to remind him, “Whatever your mom
hid, she did it to keep it away from them.”
“I know that,” he said quietly. “But . . . they’re never going to stop
coming after me until they get what they want. At least this way we
get something out of it too.”
“Such refreshing wisdom,” Gethen said, flashing another
bloodstained smile. “See the beauty of cooperation? I hope you’ll
remember this, Sophie, the next time we pay you a visit. Especially