Chapter 218

Dimitri dimly remembered a woman's anxious face, tears swimming in her large eyes. He should know her. He should know. Fists clenched, and he welcomed the exploding pain that drove the fragment of memory from his mind.

Blanca saw his hands come up, clutch at his head to try to stop the pain. Instantly she was back at his side, soothing fingers brushing at the hair spilling across his forehead. "Dimitri, stop tormenting yourself. It will all come back to you. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. Things are already coming back." Blanca padded across the room to her dresser and pulled out fresh clothes. "You persist in thinking your body can instantly set aside the trauma it suffered. It needs rest to repair itself, rest and care. So does your mind."