Chapter 40
I laid a hand on Dallmin’s shoulder, whispering to him in a language even he hadn’t learned. That didn’t matter. It was a language that spoke straight to the heart, not the head. As I shared with him the snippets of memories I was getting from the demons, he reflected them back to me as perfect re-enactments of the original events. His flawless recall reconstructed them in precise detail. That time when Edni had filled his wooden flute with tiny feathers. The first time Savina had danced with him. The underground thermal pool Ghinum and Dallmin had found together.
There were other memories too. Ones I refused to pass on to him. Of a stillborn child, and the loss of a friend when a home had caught fire, and countless fights and angry retaliations. I tried to tell myself they we
