The emotion of hope in Beth made me sad, and the room grew darker to reflect that. I didn’t want Beth to m eet Madison yet. I didn’t want Madison to say or do anything that would bring that woman any more heartache. I didn’t have time to convince Madison to accept Drake as her soul mate. I already knew one look into his eyes would end that argument of hers. I wanted to know who this Britain guy was. Why Madison was so intent on ignoring the fact that she had dreamed of Drake. What kind of guy could override that kind of insight? “All I want to know is who he is,” I said steadily as I held her in place. She glared. “A friend.” “What kind of friend?” I pushed. “Someone who needs me more than Drake right now.” She snapped back. “Why is that?” I seethed. Knowing that this Britain boy would have to be on his deathbed too for that to be true.
