Scarlett felt herself drifting off, purposely seeking that familiar path to lucid dreaming. Her mind wandered through layers of consciousness until she finally slipped into that space between reality and dreams. She'd gotten better at this - at least the getting in part.
The first thing she saw was Lucien. He stood there looking like some kind of angel straight out of a painting - all striking white hair that seemed to glow in the dream light, and those intense gray eyes that always made her feel like he could see right through her. His face was almost too perfect, pale and handsome in a way that didn't seem quite human. Right now though, that perfect face was twisted with worry.
"Took you long enough," he muttered. He tried to sound annoyed, but Scarlett caught the relief in his voice.
