"I am Andre, your true lifemate. Another stole you away from me and tried to force his will on you. When I rescued you, you fell and hit your head." His voice was singsong, hypnotic. True lifemate--she remembered those words. Remembered the meaning. There was only one meaning. This time when the pain beat at her, she accepted it, allowed it to wash over her. It stole her breath and pierced her skull. She was careful not to allow any hint of the agony to show on her face or to spill over in her mind. Calling on every ounce of discipline she possessed, Raven focused her mind. There was a familiar path and she used it with ease, as if she had always done so. --my love. The reply was faint, far away, but very real, something to cling to in a world of madness. She made herself lean on the tall man supporting her, kept her mind a jumble of confusion. She found it interesting that her mind allowed her to work on several different levels at once, especially since she was so confused. Something was very wrong. It was all there, if she just reached for it. Raven believed that faraway voice, felt warmth and love enfold her in strong, protective arms. She knew that feeling, that voice. It wasn't quite right. Mikhail replayed the recent events in his mind for her. Raven inhaled, feeling as if someone had hit her square in the stomach. , he assured."