Page 12 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
That can’t have been a year ago.
Connor and Liam exchange a look, as if neither particularly wants to intervene, but Liam steps forward, giving me the kind, reassuring smile he typically sports that always makes people feel at ease.
He rests his hand on mine on the bed and squeezes gently. “I’m sorry, Willow, it is. That was last summer.”
Last.
Summer.
“Oh, my God.”
Dr. Sommers types something on her tablet. “You don’t remember anything from the past year?”
“I…”
No.
No.
No.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get past this solid wall of nothing.
The memories of the festival and everything before are crystal clear.
I can picture the way Killian’s tan work pants hung low off his trim hips that day. How those delicious abs and sinfully perfect Adonis belt tempted me to look even lower. The sculpted muscles of his back and chest bunching and flexing as he demonstrated wood carving for the excited crowd of locals and tourists that packed Main Street that afternoon. The way his eyes drifted over to meet mine, and he gave me that lecherous grin that promised as soon as we got home, he was going to get cleaned up and then get very dirty all over again.
But after that…
Absolutely.
Nothing.
“There’s like…this black hole.” I squeeze my eyes closed, wincing at the thumping of my brain against my skull. “I can’t see anything there. Not after the festival.” Releasing a frustrated groan, I force my eyes open. “It feels like that just happened yesterday…”
Killian’s gaze softens as he stares down at me the way he always has—like I’m his entire world. Like the sun revolves around me instead of us around it. I remember that.
Why can’t I remember anything else?
God, that was a year ago?
The fact that I can’t remember anything and they’re all looking at me expectantly makes me bristle. Something is very wrong. Full-blown panic threatens to choke me. “How-how did I get here?”
Killian retakes his place in the chair next to the bed and pulls my hand into his. It feels the same, but it trembles now in a way I’ve never felt from this man. “I found you in the river, Willow.”
“The river?”
An image of the main waterway that cuts a path across McBride Mountain flashes through my head.
The lifeline for the wildlife in the area.
But also incredibly dangerous in places.
Definitely not anywhere I would venture on my own.
Killian nods.
“But…how did I…?”
