Irina
I stared at Mikhail, completely shocked. My mind was trying to process what he just said.
Dimitri was alive, Dimitri was safe, and he had him.
Relief flooded through me so powerfully that tears started falling down my face immediately.
"He is alive," I whispered, my voice breaking. "He is really alive."
"Yes," Mikhail said simply.
Even though Dimitri did not remember me, even though he had amnesia, him being alive was enough.
It was more than enough, it was everything.
"Take me to him," I said quickly, leaning forward in my seat. "Please, I need to see him."
"No," Mikhail said flatly.
"Please," I begged. "I need to see him, I need to know he is okay."
"No," Mikhail repeated more firmly. "He has no memory of you."
His words were harsh, like a slap
