Whispers and Ash

Killian's steps halted so abruptly it felt like the floor had jerked beneath him. He stared at Sloane in astonishment.

Was she not rejecting me in that dream at all, but begging me to stay?

"What were you dreaming of, Sloane?" he whispered. "What am I like in your dream?"

The silence answered him; only the hush of the room remained.

By the time Sloane finally stirred, twilight had draped the windo