The Wrong Memory

Hazel

My fist tightens at my side as I watch Dorian’s eyelids flutter open, slow, uncertain. My chest tightens. This is it. Game time.

I glance at Jude. He gives me a subtle nod, then stands beside me, his hands hovering over my waist like a protective shield—or maybe a calming pill. I swallow hard, trying not to betray the storm of panic inside me.

"Huh—" Dorian mutters, his voice rough and disor