Peri sucked in a slow breath as she considered Jericho’s response. She stared at the wolf for a few silent moments, narrowing her eyes.
“It’s the truth, I promise,” the wolf said, holding up his hands.
But Peri had no doubt about the veracity of the wolf’s words. The fae’s mind was spinning with possibilities. Oblivious. He said that she was oblivious to the supernatural world. Her chest was tight as she considered the possibilities. Only a few supernatural beings were powerful enough to perform the kind of magic that was capable of wiping memories so completely. It sure as hell wasn’t done by someone who wanted to play nice and be friends. Whoever had done this wasn’t just powerful, they were desperate. The person or persons were messing with some big, big mojo—memory modification, bond
