SEAN TOOK A SEAT ON the opposite side of the table, placing our drinks down before us. I’d declined his offer to take a closer look at the forest—for some reason, my dream, and what happened after entering a forest where I suspected Sean to be, had screamed in my mind.
“Jem, can I ask you something, now we’re alone?”
I studied him before nodding.
“Why weren’t you surprised when I spoke to you in the restaurant? I mean, obviously you were, but not shocked ... not like—”
“I’ve been having dreams.”
He nodded like that explained everything.
“How did you know who I was?” I asked. “Did you have dreams, too?”
“Dreams, visions ...” He smiled. “They’ve been driving me crazy.”
“I know how you feel.” I peered down into the depths of my drink, quiet for a few moments, before I lifted my face.
