CHAPTER 78
DIMITRI
The door slammed shut after we entered the pent. Azalea's hurried steps made me follow her at the same pace. The determined sound of her high-heeled shoes clicking on the granite floor made me realize this would not be an easy talk between us tonight.
She was silent the whole time we traveled home, refusing my offer for dinner. When I tried to talk to her inside the car, she raised her hand to stop me from talking.
She was mad when I turned down Ms. Janet's offer to put me under freaking hypnotic therapy. It was my body. It was my decision. If my psychiatrists couldn't do anything about the lost memory, how the hell does hypnotic therapy make any difference?
I grabbed her arm to stop her hurried steps, and I wrapped my hands on her body, bracing her to me.
“Hun
