Chapter 34. Mark

Nate

Dante’s been silently healing me as we drive to the prison, and the pain is entirely gone by the time we arrive.

“How are you?” I ask him, knowing that it takes a lot from him to heal me.

“Still busy,” he gruffs like I’m offending him with the question. “I’m working on getting through this barricade that keeps your memories.”

“We’ll find a witch to help us lift the spell.” I don’t know if any other witch can reverse this spell or only the one who cast it.

He only grunts in reply, and I wish we would be on better terms right now. He is holding on to his resentment because I don’t feel the bond, and my memories get erased, which is stupid considering the fact that none of it is my fault. I sigh in frustration, wiping my face with both hands. Still, I let him off the hook because I know how important this is for both of us.

We keep prisoners in a building on the outskirt of the town. Each rogue is in a different cell. The two we