Lincoln’s POV
“What is going on? What is wrong with her?” Maxwell asks, panicking. I can’t answer him. I am frozen on the spot, watching Evan writhe on the bed. She is pulling at the cuffs and clawing at her arms, tears still streaming down her face as she screams in agony. Her eyes are still transparent, but flicker colors every now and then, like she is attempting to use different gifts.
“Why does she need to be cuffed? Somebody should be in there with her.” Maxwell continues, while pacing in front of the window to the cell.
“Calm down. I told you that the effect is like she is reliving the past. Her memories were blocked, so she is living those memories again.” Esmorelda says, trying to calm Maxwell down.
“Is she supposed to be getting injured too?” Maxwell snaps.
“No. That’s not
