Chapter One Hundred and Thirty One

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

“Well,” Fera takes a step back from me. “The effects of the moonshine are still there but good news is that they’re weakening.”

It’s two days after I stumbled on to that room with the portraits of the Righs.

Damien has been in a quiet mood ever since, almost pensive. He didn’t get angry with me for going into what was clearly a private room.

“I thought that wasn’t possible because –”

“Your false memories are folding under the pressure of current events.”

However, Fera doesn’t look too pleased.

“What?” I ask her, warily.

“This pace is not normal,” she finally replies, her voice tense. “If you keep trying to force yourself to remember and try to sort through what’s true and what’s not, it’s going to affect your brain. So many nose bleeds back to back aren’t good for you.”

“I-”