Chapter 57

Seven blinked in surprise at the glass in front of him. Were all the memories in there about Fox? That was embarrassing. He’d have to ensure that Fox never found out about it, or Seven would probably spontaneously combust. His face felt close to the incineration point as it was.

When Seven looked up, King had already gone back to the sitting room, most likely to watch the smoking mass that made up Karl’s domain. Seven swirled the water in the glass and considered the temptation of the memories in his hand. He could stand here for hours and just relive moments he’d spent with Fox.

Yet he stood looking at the glass for far too long, and eventually forced himself to tip the rest of the water into the sink. He set the tumbler on the counter with a clink that echoed in the empty kitchen. If he lived with these memories, he’d never make new ones.

He joined King in the sitting room.

“If this works, then what?” King asked.