A vision of the fiery haired nymph danced through his mind and flitted away. If he hadn’t already been leaning against the rail, Landon would have staggered backwards at the impact of it. A similar image had come to him days earlier, when she had sparred with Ronnie. That day, a slicing pain in his head accompanied it, forcing him to turn away and wait until it abated. The pain had diverted his attention and when he’d tried to recall the memory, it dissipated like mist swirling on a morning sea.
Today, there had been no pain to distract him, and he remembered more this time. Was it a recent memory? Could it have been a memory of Keelan? It couldn’t. Could it? He tried to imagine her face without the stain.
He spun and faced the water, pounding his fist on the rail. This memory loss made
