by Jaz Johnson
“You’ll be fine,” Maverick cooed, resting his hand on Saphora’s back. She shook her head warily as she stared at the book in Hydra’s hand. They were trying to coax her into doing another memory session – this time with the aid of the book. But she was still a bit shaken up from the previous session. Not being able to stop the flow of memories, though she would want them in due time, was drifting her away from the idea. It was overwhelming for her, to have everything flood back to her memory. And although there was not much left to remember, aside from Arol, she was still wary about going back under.
“What if she can’t stop them?” Saphora asked, her eyes focused on the turning pages of the book.
“Then I will,” reassured Maverick, leaning forward until Saphora moved her gaze to his eyes. Immediately, she felt some level of reassurance. But she wondered if it was enough. If Maverick could be lucky enough to be able to do it again. “Come on. You’ve gotten way too far to deny yourself your memory.” Saphora grit her teeth, nodding slightly and exhaling through her nose. He was right. She nodded more firmly, looking at him.
“Don’t go anywhere, okay?” she pleaded to him in a soft voice, almost with embarrassment. Maverick nodded, grinning.
“I’ll be sitting right here.”