They erased my mind with experimental drugs. He spent ten years hunting them. Now he’s my doctor, I’m his patient, and I painted his face from a memory I didn’t know I had.
Matthias:
I went to her gallery show three years ago and stood in front of her largest canvas for twenty minutes like it was a theory of consciousness painted in reds and golds. I never introduced myself.
Bliss:
The memories come back in order, first color, then sensation, then faces, and his face surfaces before my mother’s, before my own.
Matthias:
She describes a man she remembers at a gallery: warm smile, standing before her biggest canvas. She’s describing me, and my hands are steady but nothing else is.
Bliss:
"Were you there?" I ask, and the way his breath catches tells me everything before he says a single word.
Matthias:
She’s rebuilding herself from the inside out and I’m dangerously attached to the outcome. This was supposed to be science, not love.
This is book 9 in the H. A. V. E. N. series that can also be read as a standalone steamy romance novel.
