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hair teased his nostrils.   It reminded him of the night they’d first met.   He had smelled her before he’d seen her.   Funny, her scent had been the first thing he’d fallen in love with, fruit and wildflowers.  
    After a few minutes she said, “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
    Before he could respond to her whispered words, she disappeared.   Her body turned to vapor.   He stopped dancing, arms empty.   His fingers tingled, missing her already.   There wasn’t anything to worry about.   Silver was awake now.   When she left their dreams, she did it abruptly, no goodbyes, no promises to meet up later.   Unfortunately there was no way to know when they were about to wake up.   Sometimes he left her, but most of the time it was the other way around.   Apparently she was a light sleeper.
    Since Jack remained in the dream alone, he decided to see what else he could do.   The first thing that popped into his head was the question of bringing someone else into the dream.   Was it possible?   And if so, would they be in the dream like Silver or a figment of his imagination like the roses?   Before he had time to consider the consequences, his mind conjured the person he most wanted to talk to at the moment.
    A twig cracked under a heavy foot behind him.
    Feeling scared and excited at the same time, he slowly revolved to see the person he’d sucked into his dream.   He knew it was wrong to care about Jersey Clifford.   Jersey was the head werewolf, a certifiably crazy individual who’d kept wraiths in his basement and had promised to kill Jack on more than one occasion, but there was something about the man.   Jack couldn’t turn his back on him even though he knew Jersey believed they were destined to try to kill each other.
    Okay, so Jersey wasn’t the only one who could benefit from seeing a psychiatrist.    
    Jersey approached with an amused glint in his pale blue eyes.   Dressed in black as usual, Jersey had his red sneakers on—and he had a black rose in his hand.   It was the one color Jack had forgotten to create.
    “You summoned me?”   Jersey took a second to smell the rose before crushing it in one hand.   He let the petals drop from his loose fingers.   “I have to admit I’m impressed.   Even if I’d for one moment thought you capable of this kind of power, I wouldn’t have suspected you’d have the nerve to use it.”
    “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “You have no idea what you’ve done.”   Jersey shook his head in wonder.   “Now that you have invited me into your dreams, I can reappear anytime I want.   Did you think you would have the upper-hand in a dream world, Jack?   I brought my power with me.”
    An invisible hand grabbed Jack by the throat, cutting off his oxygen.   It squeezed hard until he couldn’t breathe.   He dropped to his knees, and his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his head.   Panic had him clawing at his throat.   There was nothing for him to grab onto, no way for him to stop it.   It was going to be a slow and painful death.  
    Jersey towered over him.   “You’re okay.   Get up.”  
    As quickly as the manacle around his throat appeared, it was gone.   He drew in a deep breath and coughed.   After he could breathe again, Jack struggled to his feet.   He glared at his former teacher, no longer happy to see him.   The idea of killing Jersey was becoming more appealing by the second.
    “I apologize,” Jersey said without a trace of sincerity.   “I don’t want to waste time fighting with you, but I had to make certain you understood the consequences of your actions.   You should be more careful in the future.   As long as I’m here, let’s talk.   Did you get the book I mailed to you last month?   Did you read it?”
    “I read it.”
    “Your thoughts?   I’m curious to hear them.”
    Jack pushed the disturbing anger down as he tried to return to the good old days when he and Jersey