In her dreams there was another tap at the window that awoke her with the sound of more thunderous rain. She wasn't on one of the top bedroom floors but the lower levels where she could see a figure wearing a white nightgown walking in the rain instead of Alaric.
She had long red hair that danced behind her. Her figure didn't look as though she was an adult, but an adolescent. Instead of walking to the cliff's end, she sat on a my wooden swing that hung down from the branch of the tree—waiting for only God knows what—perhaps for Ari considering she kept glancing over her petite shoulder with those bright icy blue eyes.
