Michael and Hannah lay entwined in each other’s arms in the middle of the woods. Michael lovingly picked a twig out of Hannah’s hair. His fingers moved to gently touch the fresh, raw mark on her shoulder. He swallowed down a lump of emotion. “I didn’t want to take away your choice,” he admitted. “In case you still wanted to reject me, once you remembered everything.” He searched her face. “Do you remember everything?”
Shaping words and speaking out loud we’re still difficult, but with the mind link allowed her to express herself clearly. I remembered everything the day I chose to mark you, she said, touching the healed mark on his neck.
“You know I shot your brother. You know I hunted you. How could you forgive me?” His voice cracked with pain.
I remember everything, Michael.
