Benson POV

　　My head throbs with pain, my stomach churns with nausea, and I feel like my bones are grinding. But none of that compares to the slap Emily gave me, the pain I saw in her eyes and felt in her body.

　　I didn't know how to explain to her that I didn't know what had happened. That I didn't remember anything. My memory is hazy, with fragments of what Nina did.

　　"Dismiss everyone home," I order my Beta.

　　Emily's guests, mostly from the ...