Page 36 of Love Heals
"Not your memories. Mine." I licked my lips, hoping I appeared braver than I felt. I didn't want to investigate the memories of my former life, not really, but I needed to know. What it had really been like. Nicolai used to tell me that I was alone, that there was nothing worth remembering—which was obviously a huge fucking lie because Drizzit would have been worth remembering. Even if the rest of my memories were a minefield, knowing I'd had this amazing dog by my side would have been worth getting blown up once or twice.
What if there were other memories like that?
"Are you sure?" Jared asked, but he sounded vaguely hopeful, as if this was exactly the way he'd wanted me to react.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"Not here," Jared said. "We'll go to my room."
I nodded again, and called for the dog. It took a minute, but then he came bounding back to me, his deep brown eyes reminding me why I was doing this.
For Drizzit. To break through the web of lies that I was caught in.
I could only hope that the truth wouldn't hurt more than the reality I'd chosen to believe in.
