I remembered the fire that had surged out of nowhere and the way Daniel had saved me. I remembered both kisses he had stolen and a bubble of warmth settled into my stomach. Then I remembered the visions of him. I sat up with panic racing in my chest. One vision in particular had haunted me, invading my dreams. I had woken up because of it. It was the vision of Daniel turning into one of those dark demons. In my dream, I had felt all his fear again, made worse by my own fear. I set my feet on the cold floor, willing the panic to fade from my chest. The wind gusted as the house creaked and popped in protest. Rain lashed against the glass panes of my dark windows. Outside, a storm was raging out of control. Scared of shadows, the dream haunting me, I wrapped the blanket Daniel had placed around me more tightly and tiptoed across to the stairs. I crept down the stairs and went to Ellen’s room. Quietly, so I wouldn’t disturb her, I pushed back her bedroom door and peered in. She was snoring gently and mumbling incoherently into her pillow.
