Instead of clearing things up, Penelope’s answer to his question only served to further confuse Crow. Olivia [i]and[/i] Gavin had showed up before he’d even passed out? Why couldn’t he remember that? Sure, he’d been in quite a bit of pain, but he’d never had memory loss from an injury before—well, except for one time when he’d hit his head falling off a wall when he was younger. Aside from that, it had never happened. He had a hard time believing the pain could have had such an effect on him by itself.

“Out of it?” he repeated questioningly when Penelope finished speaking. He was just about to ask her what she was talking about, when Olivia spoke up and caught his attention.

[color=fdc68a][b]“Are you even fully here right now, [i]Collin[/i]?”[/b][/color]

The thief rolled his eyes, “I don’t even know what you’re—” Suddenly, he stiffened as it registered what she had called him. He turned on the knight with wide eyes, “Wait, where did you hear that name?”

“You told me,” Olivia shrugged with mock nonchalance.

“I wouldn’t have told you that,” he shifted his weight, inwardly much less certain than he was trying to sound. It was clear that he was missing quite a bit of information, and he really didn’t like what he was finding out. If he had told Olivia his name, how had she managed to trick him into it, and why? She’d had no reason to even think his current name was an alias. He didn’t understand her reason for digging up his real name.

Feeling unnerved, Crow turned toward Penelope in search of answers. “What exactly happened after Layth left?” he asked, tipping his head towards Olivia. “How much does she know?”