CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

DARIUS 

Who the heck was Darius McCallister? Why did it feel like I was him? 

Darius McCallister? Why?

The girl touched me, and a flood of memories that weren't mine filled my head. 

“Stop!” I shouted, stepping away from her.

*‘Wash the dishes properly!’ A fat woman chopping onions at monster speed said, while I stood with the plates whimpering, my knuckles peeled and bleeding. The woman threw a plate, and it shattered on my head.*

“Ah!” I moved farther away from the girl, and in my head, another memory stood out. 

*‘Just take me!’ I screamed, and the rogue King, whose face was mine, slashed my neck,...