Page 124 of Wicked Knight

Eric?

My lungs squeeze and a tingle races through me from head to toe. I keep my gaze trained on her, realizing suddenly that she’s about to get to the point of her visit.

Why else would she just confess that she’s been having an affair with Eric. Eric

who I remember being present with Tommy and me during the incident.

“Why are you telling me all this?” I search her eyes, trying to guess what she’s going to say next.

“I want you to understand why I did certain things and why I need to protect myself.”

An eerie chill clamors down my spine. “Protect yourself from what?”

“You.”

I shake my head not understanding. “What do you mean? I’ve never done anything to you.”

“Oh but you have. You found out I was sleeping with Eric. You caught us in bed together.”

My mouth falls open and a tremor shoots through me as if I’ve been zapped with lightening. “I don’t remember. I …”

The words die in my throat as the image of her face drifts into my mnd.

The face I was trying to remember.

It was her. She was the second person.

I don’t remember seeing her in bed with Eric but I remember her getting out of that truck. Eric’s truck.

Oh my God.

My body freezes as the memories begin to flow. They’re still not clear and seem like fuzzy images but they’re there.

That wide, white space I saw in my dream was the woods near our homes in New York.

Eric had me there. It was he who took me when I tried to run away. Most likely after I caught them together. The memories are all fragmented but hearing that I saw them in bed together explains why I saw Eric shirtless.

He hurt me. Beat me. That’s why it always felt like I was in pain.

There must have been a point where it was just him and me.

Then Tommy came. He was holding my father’s knife but I don’t remember what he said, or how he even found out where I was.

Maybe he knew what was going on between them.

It was Yuliana pulling up in the truck that distracted Tommy, giving Eric the chance to grab the knife and stab him.

Although he was seriously hurt Tommy still grabbed me and we jumped into the river.

We fell down the drop and I hit my head. I remember the sharp pain then nothing more.

“You remember, don’t you?” Yuliana asks with a faint smile. “Dmitri said you were starting to remember.”

Oh no.Dmitri told her.Trusting her.

His focus would have been on Eric when he left me, so maybe that’s why he spoke to her about my memories. It doesn’t matter.

What matters is now.

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