Beau floated on a cloud. Her body felt weightless. The last thing she remembered was the sound of snap, crackle, and popping as strong fingers released pressure from somewhere deep inside her. With the release of the pressure came peace.
Her eyes closed and she fell. She wasn’t afraid of the fall. It was always how her dreams began. Her fears had come out of the darkness that had plagued her these last five years. The dark cloak of slumber strapped her in like a straightjacket, stifling her Sight.
She hadn’t seen anything in her dreams shortly after meeting her own dream man. She’d become pregnant relatively quickly, after a morning of passion where the protection slipped both of their minds. But she hadn’t needed her Sight after looking into Philip’s eyes. She’d realized the gift had le
