Free The End of Tomorrow by Tara Brown Page A

I asked again, realizing my throat felt funny, and I couldn't seem to shake the fog in my head.
    “Europe.” She answered like I should know where we were. “You don't remember coming here? We came two days ago.”
    “No. I don't remember anything.” It was true; I didn't recall the trip. I remembered we had talked about Europe. I had fought with Coop about coming. But everything was fuzzy.
    “What do you remember?”
    “I was in—” I paused and thought back to the last thing I recalled—the jet with Servario and something about a red dress—or was it? Was I wearing a red dress? Everything was a haze. “Oh shit, my head hurts. How did I get here? Did we do a job?” I lifted my head, swallowing hard. “Did Servario abandon me again?”
    “Sort of.” She nodded, sighing. “And he said he took your memories with some drug. He said it was better for you. I didn't think it would work. He asked me to sit here until you woke.” She was awfully cavalier about the whole thing while I was freaking out.
    “He said what? Where are we? Why did he take my memories? Or better yet, how? What’s better about this? I feel sick. Jesus, what did I do?” My heart raced as I tried hard to reach the memories that were gone and wondering what in the hell he had talked me into that I needed to forget. I squeezed my butt to make sure he hadn’t conned me into some of that. Thankfully, it felt normal. I gave Luce a look. “Where’s Coop?” If I was safe with anyone, it was him.
    “We’re in Belgium.” She paled a little, looking down. “Coop’s dealing with the brothel you raided in Dubai.” She said it weirdly, like she was embarrassed to tell me that.
    “What brothel?” It hit me then that I had clearly seen something Servario knew I needed to be rid of. “Was it bad? Did he whore me out?”
    “Much worse than that, Evie.” Her eyes were haunted.
    “He took my memories on purpose? Because he made me do things?” Tears filled my eyes. “Oh my God. I had always sort of assumed he would keep me relatively safe. Oh my God.” I had fooled myself when it came to him on a lot of things. This one left a sinking feeling in my heart and nausea everywhere else.
    “No, wait.” She shook her head. “No. He didn't make you do anything. You killed and went savage and then saved some teenagers. I think he wanted you to forget the way you kill—it’s just better.”
    “Oh.” I frowned at Luce, confused but oddly grateful I didn't know what she was talking about. I had killed in a way he knew I wouldn’t want to remember? That was a bad sign. I blinked tears down my cheeks and wiped them away. “How bad?”
    “Bad.”
    There were things I didn't need to remember; I could admit that. But I had a bad feeling some of the things I did need were gone with the rubble. “Can you give me the Coles Notes version of what you know?”

 
    She nodded and began with the jet ride I had slight recall of.
    The story took turns I didn't expect, but in the end I decided the headache and confusion were worth not knowing what in the hell had happened.
    I was tired in a way I didn't understand, but all I could do was hope Servario had protected me and chosen to wipe my memory because of horrors I had seen and not horrors I had experienced.

 
 

Chapter Eight

 
    Today

 
    I blinked and the room moved closer and then farther back, wobbling a bit like I was still dreaming or drugged. But that wasn't it. I was exhausted. Falling asleep after the STI testing wasn't easy. My brain did laps, especially after the nurse had told me it would be three weeks before all the results were in.
    Three weeks.
    Three weeks of wondering if I had contracted something heinous I could give my kids.
    I groaned and climbed from the empty bed, realizing Coop hadn’t arrived. A thought trickled through my mind. Maybe he had come home, but maybe he had chosen not to come to bed.
    Luce’s version of the story didn't hold me in very good light. It sounded