Hearts of Fire

Chapter 8

 A/N:  So, everyone... I've been really sick lately--puking my guts up-- so I'm sorry that I took so long to post on this story.  I also feel like my head will explode, but that's nothing new.  I was going to post this over a week ago, but that was when I started getting sick.

Anyway, you probably don't want to know the details about me being sick--and if you do, then you probably have some issues--- So...

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Ameena’s POV

“Are you kidding me?  Are you freaking kidding me?” Their serious faces only fueled my anger. “Are you suggesting that we just waltz out of town and go somewhere else?”  I was not worried about what I was leaving behind… other than my rather annoying mother.  I was more so worried about how many innocent people could get hurt.  “People won’t just forget about you two and how you randomly disappeared.”

Fayt sighed as Erik spoke, “We can… alter their memories.”

“What?” I asked, completely confused.

‘There’s this new invention called magic.  You should Google it,’ Nora said sarcastically into my mind, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘Memory issues here, stupid,’ I growled back, refocusing on Erik, who once again appeared to be the only one giving me answers. “Okay, so you can change their memories.  But how in the hell are you going to wipe the memory of you and Fayt from all of their minds?  There have been a lot of people who have seen you.  So many that it would take you forever to destroy anything to do with you two in their minds.”

Fayt shifted uncomfortably, which probably meant that they were hiding something.  I stared at him as he looked down at the ground.  Under my hard gaze he moved around even more, and I noticed that his hand was twitching.

“Tell me.”  It was a direct order, directed toward both of them.  At least one of them had to answer, and it seemed like Fayt would give in first.

“We have connections, Ameena—” Fayt began slowly, but he was rudely and yet entertainingly interrupted by Erik’s cough.  Once I altered the focus of my glare on him, he gave me that smirk—the one that both made my insides feel funny and annoyed the shit out of me.  The look he gave me shattered my anger—I could not be mad at him when he looked at me like that, and I knew that he knew it—but I forced my face to look like I was still angry.

“Translation: we know other shifters that will willingly volunteer to erase the memories of everyone in this entire town so that they forget me and Fayt.  The only thing we need to do is alter the memories of your mother, and your ‘friends.’”  Erik said, still smirking.

I forced myself to glare at him, “Do you want me to wipe that smirk off your face, Erik?  Because right now you’re practically giving me an open invitation.”

He laughed. You know I know what you are feeling, Ameena.  You can try to fool me, and it won’t work.  Just promise me that you won’t try to fool yourself.

Shut up, I muttered.

For Fayt’s sake, Erik said, “Lay one on me, Ameena.  Right here,” he pointed to his cheek.  I gave him an irritated look.  “Go on, hit me,” he urged.