I held a hand over my mouth to cover a scream of agony.
WHAT DID I DO?
James.
Oh God, James.
James . . . My mate.
Now I understood why he did what he did. He was only trying to protect me and even though it wasn't the best way he could have done it, I understood that he wasn't trying to intentionally hurt me. He pretended to be with Clara just so that I wouldn't cause any more trouble for us after losing my memories.
No.
What did I say to him?
What was wrong with me?
I couldn't do this anymore. Now that I remembered everything, I couldn't let this wedding happen. I knew James, he wasn't about to let me go. This meant that he would come for me and if he did, things would blow up in all of our faces. I needed to run.
We both needed to run. Somehow or the other I had to find a wa
