Nora's POV
"Fine," I exhale sharply, my patience wearing thin. "I'm sorry you felt trapped under a spell and had someone invade your mind to steal your memories. It sounds absolutely terrible."
"Absolutely terrible?"
"More than terrible, then. Are you satisfied?"
"I don't want to argue with you. I'm sorry too."
"Thank you." I draw in a shaky breath, and my stomach churns violently again. I'm convinced there's nothing left inside me except bitter bile, and the thought of it burning through my throat makes the nausea even worse. "I refuse to do anything that would damage Lena, and I believe erasing this from her memory is choosing the better of two horrible options. She's been working so desperately to spend time together and rebuild our relationship."
"You're right about that. But what's your plan? Strip her naked, wash the blood off her body, and put her in clean clothes?"
