THAT NIGHT, EVELYN dreamed of the garden at Zahara's. She stood alone in the moonlight, with the stars so bright and big that she felt as if she could touch them if she just reached out her hand out a little. She lifted her right arm and felt something brush her hair softly. Startled, but not afraid, she turned around curiously. She saw a tall young man with dark brown skin and old eyes who was looking at her, waiting quietly. She tilted her head, confused by a strong feeling of familiarity that accompanied this man she didn't know. He was handsome, but there was more to her reaction than just that. She felt a connection and closeness to him that was unexpected. He brushed her face with his hand now and the sensation was almost intoxicating. She was strangely attracted to him, and as he mo
