In the dream, just like now, she was held tightly in Alaric's arms. In the darkness, the man's hands roamed up and down her body. Thinking about what he said, inappropriate thoughts began to flood Emerald's mind for no apparent reason.
She seemed to forget that Iris and Yvo were sitting right in front of them. All she could feel was Alaric's hand on her waist growing hotter and hotter. He wasn't even doing anything, but Emerald's breathing became faster and faster…
Emerald wished her body would react differently to Alaric's touch, or at least to his hold, but no. It was as if her body had memorized every way Alaric had ever touched her. She glanced out the car window and noticed that it seemed darker outside, which only made her heart pound harder when she realized what it was.
