Drusilla screamed. "Gypsies watching. Daddy betrayed. His soul looms. Love is found, but I am lost."
"The soul?" Angelus shook Drusilla. "What have you seen?"
"The gypsy waits."
She couldn't name the motel, but she could describe it.
After Daddy had left, Spike's voice drove the visions away. "Betrayed?" Her hands darted after, grasping for tendrils of memory, but the dreams slipped through her fingers.
Months later, after she'd left him, staying in South America while he drove north, Drusilla tried to explain. "I'm the one who was betrayed. If you hadn't driven Daddy away, you'd still love me."