"Belle, you remember what you said, but not the language?" I flicked my hair back, starting to believe them. "Uh, I guess. This...isn't normal," I half asked. Warren turned back to us, his brow furrowed. "The intrigue is indescribable." Then he grinned at me and came to sit next to me again, enveloping me in his arms. "May I hear of this dream?" I turned to him then dropped my eyes, suddenly shy. "I was in a desert, I think. I couldn't really tell the details but it was scorching hot. But it wasn't me, it was someone else, like I was seeing the world through her eyes. She was near a pool of water and she was waiting for the man she loved. And when he came to her and they talked, I could tell that the love was new and they were both afraid that it wouldn't last." "Why?" Ashley asked curiously. "Well, he was apparently rich, with status I guess, and she seemed to not be all that important. So she was afraid that she wouldn't be allowed to be with him, and he was afraid she didn't believe his love because of his position." I glanced up at Warren, blushed. "I think my memories and feelings got mixed up with hers. He looked like you, so I guess I substituted." Then I frowned. "His eyes were different, though. Black." "Mayhap his dominant feature to her?" Warren suggested. "Yeah, maybe they were too ingrained in her psyche for you to substitute," Roger agreed. "Anyone else wondering why Belle had that kind of dream?" Ashley asked. "Maybe she's vibing someone," Roger grinned. "You mean, I'm seeing into someone's life?" I asked incredulously. He shrugged. Annabelle Burton could not be happier - She is finally with her beloved Warren again. But right as they are finally settling into their life together, a rapid set of changes comes their way. There is danger looming that is like nothing they have faced before. Will they be able to see it in time, and can they overcome this threat?

"Typical," I muttered, still lost in my thoughts. "What is?" Warren asked without stopping. "That the only guy interested in me wants to eat me, or something." He suddenly stopped and turned so fast I ran right into his chest. Before I could move back, he wrapped his powerful arms around me. A drugging warmth surrounded me as I breathed him in. I looked up into his rich green eyes, darkened by shadow, yet startlingly tender. "He's not the only one." His voice was low and so sounded a little deeper, a little roughened with emotion, music to my ears. "Warren," I whispered, my breath catching. He lowered his face to mine...

"I wish to ask you something." It took me a moment to make Warren out. He sat watching me. I sat up, still a little drowsy. "Shoot." He was instantly concerned. "What's the matter?" Oh, he took it to mean that. "No, I mean go ahead, ask me." "Oh. Would you forgive me any fault?" "What, you planning on killing Kyle?" He chuckled throatily, and I fell in love with the sound all over again. "Please be serious." "You know I would." He tipped my face up and his eyes bore into mine as if he was trying to read my very soul. "Any fault, Belle?" "Anything..." I affirmed, then teased, "except Prague." He rolled his eyes and sat back. "Tonight I watch over the forest. May I escort you home?" "Yeah, sure." I turned to pack up. Warren turned me back to him, slipped both hands into my hair possessively. And then his lips were on mine.