Mia’s point of view
Xavier left me with another pile of questions. To my wonder, Greystone knew about these all along. That i***t didn’t even say a thing. My messy memories were related to them, for sure. What part of my life had I forgotten, exactly? Was it my childhood? Or the part about when I came to this hill station? Besides, how could Xavier share his memory with me? It was so real… as if I was just there!
Alteration of memories. Sharing them as a vision. Melting ice. Magical touch. And Mate! Nothing seemed to be normal! My legs hit the corridor, leading me out from the locker room. My clumsy thoughts were all I could concentrate on. I didn't notice where I was going until I bumped into somebody.
“Slow down!” His voice made me look at him.
“Clayton!” I was unsure what to say. O
