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and
marched toward her.
    “Why do I keep dreaming about you?”
    “You’ve got it all wrong, darling.”

Chapter Four
     
    Kendra had a better view of Liam when he
emerged from the shadows. His full lips curved upward, as they always seemed to
be, giving him a playful, roguish look. Stubble covered his strong, square jaw.
He wore a snug, white T-shirt. He stood upright with perfect posture and a
commanding pose, yet he acted with little defense, as if he posed little
threat.
    “It’s not real,” she hissed, refusing to
fall over the brink of sanity.
    “It’s an illusion, my illusion,” he
said.
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Just what I said, sweetheart. This isn’t a dream, none of this has ever been a dream, nor is it real. This is
an illusion I’m creating so I can communicate with you.”
    “I don’t understand.” She shook her
head, and hugged herself. Fight the insanity , she told herself.
    “Just don’t run this year, okay? The
anniversary is today. Don’t run. Stay right here where it happened. It’s time
to know. It’s time for you to come. You belong here with us.”
    “You’re not real, and this isn’t an
illusion, or whatever telepathy thing you’re trying to claim. This is just
another stupid nightmare. You have to get out of my head.”
    He grabbed her wrists. Kendra panted.
His warm touch felt so real .
    Liam pulled her close and cupped her
face with his left hand. He towered above her. Warning bells rang in her head,
but she couldn’t move.
    Kendra peered into his otherworldly
eyes. They matched him as a young man: deep, penetrating, and dangerous. She
wanted to step back, but something about his soothing touch prevented her. It
numbed her actions.
    He moved his hand down her cheek. His
thumb grazed her lips. He pressed his lips together and paused as if to savor a
long-awaited moment.
    Kendra’s heart raced, beating against
her chest beneath his blazing eyes and resonating touch. She silently admitted
she wanted him to kiss her. 
    Liam pulled away and commented, “Nice
tats.”
    “What?” Kendra blinked and found herself
facing the wall like a lunatic. She moaned as daybreak entered the blinds.
Shifting in bed, she sprawled out across the sheets, drenched in sweat.
    Kendra stepped into the bathroom, and slipped
out of the damp clothes. They fell to a heap at her feet. She turned on the
faucet. The steam wafted over the shower curtain and curled toward the mirror,
fogging the small room. She stepped into the shower and took her time, because
nothing could rush the next twenty-four hours.
    Kendra lowered her head in the streaming
water just before turning the shower off. She kept her tattoos clean, and
looked at them to make sure they didn’t swell with irritation. She opened the
curtain and grabbed a towel, nearly jumping when she caught sight of the
intruder.
    Liam, who stood in the bathroom leaning
against the counter with crossed arms, startled her. He stared at the tiles as
if in thought before Kendra’s movement caught his attention. With appreciation
he looked over her body before his eyes locked on hers. He grinned devilishly.
    Kendra wrapped the towel around her and
glanced down for a quick second to make sure she didn’t slip on the slick
tiles. When she regained her composure and decency, she searched the bathroom
for him, but he disappeared.
    She growled, and stepped out of the
shower. Seeing Liam in her waking hours didn’t translate into craziness, right?
Built up anxiety caused these hallucinations, nothing more. After ten years the
trauma hadn’t worn off. Even she knew this wasn’t normal.
    Fully dried and wrapped in the towel,
Kendra pumped lotion onto her palm and glanced up at the mirror. She gasped,
startled yet again. She clutched the towel to her chest. A word appeared in the
condensation on the mirror.
    Stay .
    She snarled, swiped across the mirror,
and dressed. This wasn’t right. She had nothing to do with what happened. She
didn’t remember