"Ink."
"Thank you." a voice spoke from the darkness.
Luci sat up in the bed like an addict receiving a shot of adrenaline after overdosing. Her natural instincts made her cover herself with only her arms and hands. Her gaze searched all around the room with furious intent to find the one who spoke to her. Her search; for a moment, was futile.
"Over here." the voice announced, causing Luci to glance towards her bedroom window.
Though transparent, the man from her dream stood reflecting from window, his attractive features partially replaced with his true image. He looked less frightening than he did a month ago in her bathroom mirror. Instead, he looked more like a horror film character of the 1950s. A stereotypical devil composed of cheap Hollywood makeup, and nothing more.
" 'Thank y
