Of course, she only fought harder. Kai was forced to rear back, retreating from her mind just as her fist connected with his cheek, knocking him off balance.
For a few moments, he saw stars—and he knew he had made a terrible mistake. This was Iris he was dealing with. His best friend. You don’t just steal your
best friend’s memories.
He wished he had done things differently. Wished current him was in past him’s body, pulling the strings, controlling his actions. Maybe then they wouldn’t have wound up here, in this moment, with her punching him…
... but wishing would do him no good.
His cheek throbbed. She was still swinging at him. This time she hit him lower, her knuckles pummeling his ribs. The pain was exquisite, exploding in his nerves, outward through his abdomen.
But she had to be slowing down now that he was out of her head. Had to be realizing that things had spiraled out of control. She better turn back now, lest she go too far.
Lest they both go too far.
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Iris, I…> he began. Yet even as he spoke, he felt something inside him harden.
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I deserve it.
Go ahead and hit me again.>