Awake. Asleep. Awake. Asleep. Amelia didn’t know whether she was conscious or unconscious, awake or asleep, all she knew was that she was in pain. Agonising pain that gripped her and refused to release her. Logan. Where was he? He’d …
“I think I can explain that,” said a pretty blonde who was the spitting image of Amelia. “I’m the evil twin, and Ami is the good twin.” Logan’s gaze darted to Amelia who was sitting on the bed beside …
Logan just stared at her. His eyes wide in confused shock. “He’s not a cop though,” he finally said. “At the hospital you were upset about cops.” Her memories were starting to come rushing back, so fast …
Something was wrong. Logan could tell from the way Amelia was shaking in his arms. She must have remembered something. Something big from the looks of things. “Amelia, did you remember something?” he asked, trying to pull her …
“It was kind of blurry,” Amelia cautioned, she didn’t want to get Logan’s hopes up because she truly didn’t remember any more than bits and pieces. “But when I heard the spoon clink against the teacup I remembered something from …
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