IT WAS LIKE A DREAM, Noel thought, to be sitting here like this sharing conversation with another as if he were any normal man, sharing himself this way. How long had it been since he’d communicated with another at any length? At least a decade, if not longer.
Elise rested one arm on the table, chin cupped in her palm. “When did you first learn of your gift?”
He smiled again, only slightly. “When I was four. I dreamed of my father one night, that we were climbing a tree just outside of our home in the jungle. The next morning, I awoke and told him of this dream. He said he had also had the same dream. I did not comprehend the significance of this at the time, but as I got older and started entering the dreams of others....” He met her gaze once more. “I was deemed the Dream Master at ten
