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While he didn’t think anything was “wrong” with him, he had been feeling slightly off since entering the suite. More than once, he’d been overcome with the sense that he had forgotten something important. It hadn’t been enough to worry him, but King clearly saw things differently.

“I have parents?” he checked.

King nodded. “They own a farm in west Texas, and you have twin sisters.”

He had sisters? “How old are they?”

“Seventeen.”

If he was understanding correctly, he had a whole-ass family living in Texas. That seemed like information he should have readily available. As he tried to access those memories, however, he realized he had no recollection of his childhood at all. In fact, he couldn’t remember anything before entering his suite with King.

Speaking of King, he knew the guy was his mate, and he had a lot of feelings about that, all positive. At the same time, it was another topic he had limited information on. Hell, he didn’t even know how they’d met.

“I believe you.”

Yet, he wasn’t all that torn up about it. Having his entire life erased should have caused at least a modicum of concern, if not outright panic. Taking inventory of his thoughts and emotions, however, all he found was King. As long as he had his mate, nothing else really mattered to him.

King’s tense muscles melted in relief. “Good. That’s good.”

“So, what do we do about it?”

Before King could answer, a knock at the door announced the arrival of their dinner. “Let’s eat and get some sleep.”

“Good idea.” With any luck, maybe things would sort themselves out during the night.

Yeah, he just needed some sleep. Everything would be better in the morning.

Chapter nine

Things were not better in the morning. Not that King had expected them to be, but a tiny part of him had been holding onto the hope that whatever was happening to his mate and friends was temporary.

He’d spent a restless night going over and over what little he knew about the situation. So far, only Storm, Nita, and Cyrus had been affected. Storm and Cyrus still remembered their mates, but nothing else about their lives. Nita, on the other hand, remembered her parents, but not her current boyfriend.

When he’d finally dozed off on the sofa, he’d had no more answers than when he’d started. Worse, he didn’t even know which questions to ask.

He’d slept fitfully for a couple of hours before being awoken by the sound of Storm’s shouts. Apparently, he’d forgotten how to operate the shower controls, and King had found him jumping around under the scalding hot spray like a cracked-out jackrabbit.

Once he’d gotten his mate sorted out, he’d then had to remind him that Blackhaven Manor was not a clothing-optional facility. Although Storm had been confused and a bit indignant about why he had to wear clothes, he had been amiable in allowing King to dress him.

Breakfast had been a test in patience, and more than once, King had felt like he was babysitting an emotional toddler rather than sharing a meal with a grown man. There had been a couple of entertaining moments, however. Like when Storm had forgotten the name for the utensils and had instead called them “food weapons.”

As the day wore on, things only seemed to get worse. Twice, Storm got lost…in the lobby. He consistently couldn’t remember the name for common items, and he seemed to have no recollection of anyone at the hotel. Not even his best friend.

“So, you really have no idea who I am?” Wearing a crisp white shirt under a glittery black jacket, Damien looked like a walking constellation.

“Nope,” Storm confirmed. “You seem like a cool guy, though. For a werewolf.”

“Storm!” King chastised.

His mate shrugged. “That’s what he is.”

Arlo didn’t even attempt to hide his amusement at the situation as he laughed right from his belly. “You know, I think I like him better like this.”

Damien chuckled along with him. “You’re right. I guess losing his memory dislodged that giant stick up his ass.”

Storm actually twisted around to stare at his backside. “I don’t have anything in my ass.” He turned back to the werewolf. “Is that something I used to do? It sounds uncomfortable.”

King pressed both hands to his face and groaned as the other two burst into more peels of laughter.