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“Do you remember saying to me in this room how my touch seemed familiar? That it felt to you as if your fingers knew the lines of my face? And do you remember that I told you the same?”
“Yes. Of course, I do.”
“It is true.”
She scooted back, pulling the comforter onto her lap. “What are you talking about?”
“About three years ago you went to a coffee shop to meet a witness,” he began, “do you remember?”
“Yeah. A Starbucks. He knew about some murders—vamps, I realize now—and I thought he might give me a clue as to what happened to my father.”
“And did he?”
“He didn’t show. I was pissed. Went home and went to bed. Ended up catching the flu and was out of it for a few days.”
“No.”
“No?” she repeated.
“He showed,” Luke said. “And he would have killed you. I was there, Sara. That was the first night we spoke. You went home, and I followed, along with my friend Sergius. We feared for your safety, and we were right to. You were attacked again.”
“By vampires?”
He nodded. “There was a battle. Serge and I defeated them. We—”
“You fought them.” Her eyes widened. “He had blond hair. And that night you and I….”
“Yes,” he said, fighting a smile. “You and I.”
She licked her lips. “The next morning, vampires attacked us at my house, and you fought them, too. You and Serge. You told me that they were young, so the daylight didn’t affect them. And you told me that vampires don’t really need an invitation.”
“Yes.”
She reached out, tentatively touching his chest, her palm against his skin exposed by the ripping of his shirt. “And you said that your skin is usually cold because your blood moves slowly. But that it is warm when you’re aroused.” She met his eyes. “It’s warm now.”
It was everything he could do not to pull her close and claim her right then. “When I am with you, my blood always burns.”
“I remember,” she whispered, withdrawing her hand and making him want to cry out in protest. “I think I remember all of it. It’s all flooding back.”
“It did for me as well. There was nothing, and then I remembered everything. Every kiss, every touch. Sara, by the gods, you were mine. And then we were lost to each other.”
“When? When did you remember?”
“Not long before they captured me.”
“You didn’t know that first night? When we kissed in Probation? When you came here?”
“I didn’t. I only knew that I wanted you. That I’d been in love with you for years.”
“You told me that, too. How you’d been assigned to protect me after my father died.” She licked her lips and a tear streaked down her cheek as she reached for his hand. “I remember seeing you change. I was terrified. I sent you away, and then I didn’t know how to find you. But you came back.” Her voice was shaky. “I wanted you desperately, and you came back.”
“I couldn’t stay away then any more than I can now.”
“Luke, I—I loved you.”
“You did,” he said, wishing that her use of the past tense didn’t torment him so. “And I, you.”
“They stole my memories?”
