Dimitri's POV
“What’s wrong, love?” I asked as soon as I closed the door behind us.
I took her back to our office. I knew that no one would disturb us here.
I cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead. She didn’t feel warm. She didn’t have a temperature.
“It’s the mind-link,” she mumbled. “I am still getting a hold of it.”
I furrowed my eyebrows a little. Mind-linking made her head hurt?
“What do you mean, princess?” I asked as I caressed her cheek. “Mind-linking shouldn’t hurt.”
She sighed and shook her head a little.
“It doesn’t hurt really,” she said. “It’s just a bit exhausting hearing them talk to me all the time. I can even distinguish who is who and I can’t even respond. I would like to respond, though. I wouldn't want them to think that I am ignoring them.
