Chapter 7 - Escape to RealityDexter could see that Christina was becoming highly emotional as she rendered her obviously harrowing tale. His heart went out to her and his hand reached out across the table and grasped hers. It was cold to the touch, not at all warm and soft as it had been a year ago when they'd lain together in the warmth of a shared bed, when he'd fallen so desperately in love with the woman of his dreams. Yet, as he held her trembling fingers, he felt a warmth begin to spread through her hand until it matched that of his own and she appeared to relax and, gathering herself together, she continued her story as the snow continued to fall, visible through the window with the curtain pulled back despite the gathering darkness that signalled the onset of the Transylvanian nigh
