She didn't dare take a deep breath, but she nodded. Josef made sense. She had to get strong fast and that required eating. She touched her tongue to her lower lip, tracing it, finding her skin quite dry. In spite of the hot shower, she was still shivering, unable to maintain her body temperature.
"Staring at it isn't going to get it down," Josef said. "We want to get moving. We've got a lot of territory to cover, and the faster we reach Dimitri, the sooner he's safe."
She approached the table and the bowl of steaming soup warily. The aroma, instead of making her hungrier, made her feel more nauseated than ever. Pressing the back of her hand to her mouth she gingerly took the chair facing the bowl of soup. Who knew it would be so difficult to take a few spoonfuls of vegetable soup?
"Skyler." Josef used his sternest voice. "You're wasting time."
She spun around, glaring at him. "Don't you think I know that? You're not helping, Josef." Just the act of moving so fast set her head pounding. She fought down the bile in her lurching stomach.
The stirring in her mind was faint, but her heart leapt and began to stutter with anticipation. She reached out, and immediately pain exploded through her head. Paul made a sound of distress.
"You're bleeding, Skyler." He rushed to the bathroom to get a wet cloth.
Let Josef aid you, beloved. I cannot, and we need you strong.
Skyler closed her eyes, tears burning behind her eyelids. Dimitri had found the way to her in spite of the agony he suffered. She couldn't make it easier for him by bridging the distance for him. Her psychic abilities had been depleted after her night of trying to heal him. She felt surrounded by his warmth, his enduring love, by his indomitable spirit.
Dimitri didn't give up—for her. He suffered the agonies of hell for a chance to get back to her. She wrapped herself up in him, knowing he needed to help her, and had to be distraught that he couldn't.
I love you, Dimitri. Don't let go. I'll be there as soon as I can.
He was in far too much pain to realize she meant literally. He knew she would return to heal him and he didn't try to delve further into her mind. She felt a burst of agonizing pain and then he was gone. She had no memory of shooting out of the chair and reaching toward the sky after that faint psychic trail, but she heard her own cry of sorrow as Dimitri faded away.
The pain drove the breath from her body, but it steadied her as well. She had to pull herself together and heal fast. Paul thrust a washcloth into her shaking hands, and she carefully dabbed at the blood trickling from her nose.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you, Josef," she said. "I should have just asked for your help."
"I should have just offered," Josef answered, slinging his arm around her. "We'll get him out of there, Sky. We will. I can't believe he managed to come to you even for a moment when he's in such pain. I tease you about him, but you know I think of him as a brother. Few Carpathian males would tolerate a relationship like ours—the three of us—but Dimitri encourages it."