Bruce's POV

I watched Beverly collapse for the third time that morning and every instinct in my body screamed to stop this. Victoria caught her before she hit the floor, steadying her before pushing her to continue. My mate was trembling, sweat soaking through her shirt, her face pale as death. And I stood there doing nothing.

"Again," Victoria said. Her voice was merciless. "Access the memory. Feel it then let it go."

Beverly nodded, though she looked ready to break. She closed her eyes and ...