Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“That’s it.”
“That’s it?” Keefe repeated as Tiergan dropped his hands and
stepped back.
“Should be—but we still have to test it.” Tiergan steered Keefe into
the narrow space between Fitz’s and Sophie’s cots. “Do they have
permission to enter your mind?”
“Um . . . sure.” But he still flinched when Fitz sat up and reached
for his forehead. “Sorry. Reflex.”
Sophie kept her good hand in her lap. “It’s probably better not to
bring enhancing into this, right?”
“Agreed,” Tiergan said.
She closed her eyes.
“So . . . are they just supposed to stay away from the big box o’
secrets?” Keefe asked.
“It was never about the box, Keefe,” Tiergan told him.
“Oh!” Sophie breathed. “It was about the color!”
“The box was gold, wasn’t it?” Fitz asked.
Keefe nodded. “Do I want to know why you guys are grinning like
that?”
“Because some of your memories are gilded now,” Sophie told him.
“It’s like . . . standing in the middle of thousands of holographs, and
some of them have been tinted gold.”
“Exactly,” Tiergan said. “And now you and Fitz know to look past
all of those.”
“Dude, you masked a lot of memories,” Fitz noted.
“Well, it’s also deceptive,” Tiergan warned, “because he’s brought
everything he’d like to keep private to the forefront of his mind. So
you’re seeing them all in one mental space—which is another