*Rion*

I couldn’t sit still. It was like every time I stopped moving, I was stabbed with pins and needles, pushing me into action again. It was agonizing, waiting around for our time to act. I had so many questions swimming in my head, and my amnesia made me constantly feel like the answers were just out of reach.

Sighing, I rubbed my hands on my thighs and paced my office.

“You look about as anxious as I feel,” Eva said, popping her head ...