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session was about the man from her dreams. The painfully handsome man who broke into her house last night. I’ll keep that to myself.
    Lucessa must have appeared confused because Dr. Applegate continued. “I think you misunderstand. We’ve made tremendous progress in the last year handling your grief, but now is the time for you to move on to another therapist.”
    With a sinking feeling, Lucessa realized Dr. Applegate hadn’t believed what she’d been telling her about Maxim. She didn’t know how to convince the therapist that she was telling the truth. Was it even worth the effort? She couldn’t trust her doctor; the woman who was supposed to be helping her through her grief had been patronizing her all along. Not once had Dr. Applegate worried about Lucessa’s safety.
    Lucessa left the therapist’s office, unsatisfied and confused. She also held the card of another therapist Dr. Applegate had referred her to. As she headed down the street to her car, she paused next to a green recycling can. Her fingers trembling, she ripped the embossed card in half and tossed it in the can. If Dr. Applegate didn’t believe her, there was little hope that a new therapist would understand either.
    She’d have to figure this out on her own.
     

Chapter 6
     
    Maxim walked into the cavernous room that was so familiar; from the family pictures hanging on the dark walls to the antique chairs positioned next to the door to the veranda.
    “You’ve something to report, Maxim?” His brother spoke from behind a large desk situated at the far end of the long room. His brother wore an oversized fur-lined jacket meant to ward off the room’s ever-present chill. Their father had used this room to host parties, but now Guy utilized the space for an office.
    “I do.” Maxim halted before his eldest brother. “I located the girl. Since then, things have not gone as planned.” He paused.
    “Go on.” Guy nodded. Apparently, his brother realized Maxim needed encouragement or permission to press forward with his report.
    “First, it was clear she recognized me when I observed her at her place of employment.”
    “At her place of employment?” Guy’s voice rose an octave. “You entered the advertising firm? That was risky and not part of the plan.”
    Maxim continued. “No, I did not seek her out there. But I did follow her to her second job, a coffee shop called The Queen Bean, which I told you about during my last visit. It was there I expected to blend in with the crowd and keep an eye on her. Unfortunately, she spotted me as soon as she looked around. There is no doubt she recognized me.”
    “How do you know this? Because your eyes met?” Guy asked, his eyebrow rose. “Because her gaze locked with yours?”
    He thinks I’m a damn Casanova or something. “No. This was confirmed after I broke into her home.”
    “What in the blazes do you mean you broke into her house?” Guy’s whispered voice bespoke more anger than any yelling or screaming ever could.
    Maxim didn’t know if the anger was directed at him for the break in or at the girl’s ability to remember Maxim. It didn’t matter, his brother’s temper had been ignited and Maxim would most likely receive the razor sharp force of his rage.
    “I don’t know how she recognized me. We have long entertained the belief, while in a dream state, the Oneiroi are free to come and go through the sleeping minds of humans.” Maxim’s own anger rose. “Why don’t you tell me how this is possible!”
    Sadness crept into Guy’s eyes and he lowered his gaze to his empty hands.
    What is he hiding from me?
    Maxim regretted his haste to anger. The torment and anguish Guy had lived with all these years was a pain Maxim could never fully understand. The horror of losing one’s family and having to watch from afar as their lives were put in jeopardy was unimaginable. He’d show his brother more compassion in the future.
    His temper waning, his pulse slowed and his breathing