"You need to sleep untroubled, undisturbed, deeply. What you saw tonight will haunt you if I do not help you." His thumb stroked across her lower lip. "I could remove the memory if you wished." Raven could see he wanted to do it, believed that it would be best for her. She could see it was difficult to ask her to make a decision. "No thank you, Mikhail," she murmured demurely. "I think I'll keep all my memories, good and bad." She kissed his chin, slid across the seat to the door. "You know, I'm not a porcelain doll. I won't break because I see something I shouldn't. I've chased serial killers before." She smiled at him, her eyes sad. He shackled her wrist in an unbreakable grip. "And it almost destroyed you. Not this time." Her lashes swept down, hiding her expression. "That's not your decision." If others persuaded him to use his talents to chase the insane, evil killers in the world, she would not leave him alone. How could she? "You are not nearly as afraid of me as you should be," he growled."