Goosebumps spread over her flesh and she suddenly found it difficult to swallow. Daniella's lips parted as she forced a breath into her now heavy chest. The action drew his gaze and he licked his lips.
Greg murmured something as her eyes drifted closed. His breath tickled her lips, and for one glorious second she thought he would finally kiss her. But instead, he rested his forehead against hers. Something wrapped around her, a pressure that made her hair stand on end. The energy spun around the two of them like a cocoon of fine silk, and then his memories played behind her eyes.
The first was a vision of three children. Greg, Luke, and Mya. They were playing, throwing bits of mud at one another, rolling around until they were covered head to toe in the thick substance. A woman yelled
