"That night of the regression… what happened to us?"
Florence balled her hand into a tight fist, staring intently at Fabian's back. She waited for his reply, but all she heard for the next minute was the silent whisper of the night.
'What happened that night of the regression?' Fabian repeated in his head, and a glint flashed across his sharp eyes. Although Florence couldn't see the solemn expression dominating his face, anyone could tell what happened… was something he didn't want to talk about.
"You remembered, did you?" Florence continued when another minute had passed and Fabian didn't answer her. "I heard a voice in my head that night, brother. But after that, I didn't have any control over my body and the darkness devour me completely."
She took a step. "Tell me. What happened that night?"
