It happened so, so fast. In one instant, Jinx was sitting beside a memory, listening to the story of a happy childhood, spent in a home where he was safe and cared for. His mind was connected to his lover’s, with no signs of her planning to let him go. And he was happy. Inconceivably, deliriously happy. And in the next, it was gone. There was a crackle in the wiring at the base of his skull, a flash of blinding static and all his senses went numb. His lungs seized and a flame scorched its way across his brain. When he opened his eyes again, it was not to peace. He was on his feet, the voices in his head not a lone, dulcet tone but a cacophony of shouting and strategy. His forehead was torn with a searing pain, and everything was slipping away. “We have him.” A voice directed at him. Curse. “Report, soldier.” “Present.”
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