Scarlett stared at him, a mixture of awe and wariness dancing in her eyes. "What I am?" The words trembled slightly. "What am I then?"
Lucien's startling gray eyes locked onto her, his snow-white hair catching the dream-light like a halo of frost. He studied her with an intensity that made her want to shrink back, yet something kept her rooted in place.
"You are a dream walker, Scarlett Hayes," he said finally, each word measured and precise.
"Say what now?" Scarlett asked, a nervous laugh bubbling up from her throat. The absurdity of the moment wasn't lost on her - a mysterious pale-haired stranger telling her she was some kind of supernatural dream traveler.
But Lucien wasn't laughing. His entire body went rigid, something dark and dangerous flickering in those storm-gray eyes. His m
