"Kieran," Rylee called softly, sensing the dangerous aura that was surrounding him, "it's me," she whispered, hoping he could hear the hidden meaning in her words.
Kieran stared at the girl in front of him, her long deep brown hair cascaded down her shoulders like waterfall and then the face from his dream last night flashed in his mind and slowly it merged with the one in front of him.
A stinging pain in his head made him take a step back and he winced as he grabbed his head in his hands and squatted down.
"Kieran," Rylee called worriedly, squatting down in front of the man and placing her hands on his, surprised that she couldn't feel whatever pain he was going through.
