Her long blonde hair tickled his face. He rolled over and groaned. Her slender fingers on his bare chest excited him. Enticed him. But she wasn't trying to. She was desperate. Desperate for him. Desperate to touch him. Was she real or a figment of Deacon Justice's imagination? She felt pretty damn real right now. Her voice was soft and sweet as she spoke to him. He didn't know who she was but she had been invading his dreams for months now. Preventing him from sleeping at night. Waking him with calls for help. He didn't understand what she needed from him. Selene Darsi knew him. Through time, again and again she recognized his soul. She had loved him. She needed his help. She invaded his dreams, reaching out to him. If only he would recognize her. Help her before it was too late. They were forever joined. Never had found the happiness they deserved. This time needed to be different. This time they would have forever.