I could barely breathe. “You’re not real.” He sat up. “Sure I am. Do you want to come over here and feel how real I am?” He grabbed his crotch. I had to have still been sleeping. Thane was dead. He couldn’t possibly be in my bed. I pinched my arm hard. It hurt but Thane didn’t disappear. He was still grinning at me like a Cheshire cat with a squirming mouse in its mouth. “Keep trying to wake yourself up, girly. I’m not going anywhere.” I had to try something drastic. I lifted my hand and slapped myself across my face. My cheek stung something awful. “Ow! Damn it!” Thane chuckled as he got to his feet. “It’s going to take more than that to get rid of me, sugarpop. You should know that by now.” He moved toward me. I took a step back, although I knew I had nowhere to go. He had me trapped. “Trevor,” I whispered. “911.” “He’s not coming, Salem. He’s got more important things to do then to save you again and again,” he took another step toward me, “and again.”
