Lily jumped a little at the sight of him. He’d never been this vivid before, this detailed. She could see him as clearly as if he were really standing right before her. But
this was a dream, even though her senses told her otherwise.
“It’s bolder because we’re so close,” he explained, obviously able to follow her train of thought. “Now that you’re back in the world you belong, our connection has strengthened.”
“We have no connection.” Trying to gather her courage, Lily straightened her spine, standing tall. He shook his head at her. “You’ll soon be finding you’re wrong about that one, my love. Very wrong.” Ronan turned his head as if looking at something in the distance,
though all she could see was the black.
With a heavy sigh, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and lanced
back up with a wicked smirk. “It seems that time’s already run out. I only came to get a look at you, anyway. You should really run along now, Dreamer, I can’t wait to see you in the waking world.
