Reyna dreamed of him - of Darragh.
In the dream, she was in the spot she hated and feared the most. She was on the beach. Though she had no way of knowing if it was in fact the beach - the place where she had lost her life as she knew it - the immediate association was unsettling enough.
She was standing alone on that beach, staring out at the tumultuous waves. It was close to night, the glow of sunset having long since passed, and the deep blue of twilight had set in. Her cream-coloured, flowing floral dress offset the darkening waters and that same evening sky.
He came up behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She could feel him standing close to her, tracing circles across her neck, shoulder, and down her arm. She leaned into him, allowing herself to relax in a way she hadn'
