The thought of Declan fighting an olden as evil and wicked as Luthur was almost too much to physically bear. Anastasia swallowed down the fear and focused on the second emotion coursing through her.
"Tell me again, how can you know what he did?"
Declan closed his eyes. "What I told you that night in the dungeon was the truth. I saw it."
Before she could speak to refute his claim, he ran his fingers through the soft hair framing her face and hushed her with his words. "I have been dreaming of you, Anastasia. Every night, no, every time I close my eyes," he answered, gliding a hand through the silken yellow strands. "But these aren't like regular dreams." He frowned. "They are more like ----"
"Memories," she finished for him.
He opened his mouth to reply but didn't get the words out be
