Chapter 30

• Forest’s POV
• "If there is even a glimmer of a memory, you must grab onto it and hold it," Derran urged.
• His words slithered into my mind, coiling around thoughts I had long buried. My jaw clenched and my muscles tightened with discomfort. I might not remember everything that happened during the war, but I knew one thing for certain; it wasn’t something worth remembering. Memories my own mind had chosen to suppress must have been too unbearable to relive, too terrifying to confront. And every time they clawed their way back, my body betrayed me.