Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Stewart Estate, study.

Nathalie sat in the chair, quietly watching Almos from across the table. He was fussing with his little wooden box, carefully setting out his odd collection of treasures in a neat line.

From left to right: a brass hand mirror, a silver pocket watch, an old abacus, a glass of mysterious dark drink, and a white candle.

Nathalie shifted in her seat, a trace of worry in her eyes. "Almos, is there any chance hypnosis could go wrong?"

Almos looked up at her. "What kind of 'wrong' do you mean?"

"For example, what if I'm trying to recover lost memories and end up losing even more?" She couldn't stand the thought of losing Nathan again.

Almos paused, frowning in thought. "Hypnosis is like running a science experiment. How well it works depends on the person doing it, the environment, and every little step. If anything goes off track, the results can get... unpredictable."

Nathalie shot to her feet, hands planted firmly on the table, her whole presence radiating command. "Almos, you have to get this exactly right. If you make me forget someone important, I swear you'll regret ever stepping foot in Stewart Estate."

way scarier these last few years. When did you turn into

me, I asked you

his eyes on the

glass. She said each word with chilling precision. "If you screw

on Almos's forehead. "Ms. Nathalie, I promise no mistakes this

guard. With Lizzy nearby,

Nathalie said, her

set

worked, "This candle will help guide your soul back to where you need to go. But you won't have much time. Once you find what you're looking for, you

Nathalie nodded. "Got it."

step through, watch your reflection in the mirror. If you see your face change, you have

of warnings; Nathalie took them all to

he muttered something