Flames licked along the metal trailer, consuming, melting, destroying. Hayden lay helpless, unable to move, to scream. The black-masked man stood above her, eyes cold but not evil. How were they not evil? She couldn’t understand. Thick gray smoke curled around her prone body, covering her up until she was surrounded by gray, suffocating clouds.
“Help!” The cry left her lips on silent wings, to vanish unheard.
“Hayden.” A deep, familiar voice and a gentle shake jolted her out of the nightmare that had felt only too real.
“Fenn?” She rolled in the tangled sheets and threw herself at him, seeking the comfort she hoped he would provide. He eased down onto the bed beside her and she noticed he was still dressed. Did he only just come into the room? Had her screams been loud enough to hear ou
