Cate fucked with your mind.

You almost can’t believe it. Don’t want to believe it— but she did. She’s right there, in front of you; pupils dilated so wide her eyes almost look black, rimmed with blue and blood. Indistinctly, you register the way her nails dig into your wrist—jaw trembling as she gives back all the memories she took from you.

It's— how could she—? You trusted her. You loved her.