She took a few steady steps forward, the moonlight casting shadows through breaks in the heavily wooded forrest. How had she gotten here but the most important question, where was she? Straining her hazel eyes, she tried to figure out if anything would stand out, trigger her memory before panic kicked in and she lost all control of what was going to happen.

"Lucinda," a distant but familiar voice called out yards in front of her. It was him.

She sighed out a shaky breath, comfort spreading throughout her being as she trudged forward, the single word still lingering in the heavy air, giving her hope. Holding her delicate hands in front of her, she made a sweeping motion to her sides, insuring the brush wouldn't slow her down.

"Just a few more steps, I'm here," his smooth voice encouraged her and she pressed on, longing to be in his arms once more.

Quickening her pace, hypnotized by the voice in the dark, she didn't realize when the ground below her feet changed. What was once a soft blanket of moss had now turned into stone, cracking rapidly under her weight. "Where are you? Stop hiding," her voice sounding more desperate than she wanted to let on.

Then she heard it. The soft, gentle beating of those massive wings. The rhythm seemed to sync with her heartbeat, wanting to make a connection to this creature. Suddenly the trees disappeared, giving way to jagged rocks as she tucked her hands closer to her shaking body. Why was he playing tricks on her?

"Close your eyes," the voice came from behind her, filling her ears with the whispered words, "But keep walking."

"Why can't I see you? I don't like this game anymore," She hesitantly closed her eyes, unable to resist his wishes. Her legs began to tremble, unsure where her feet were leading her, relying her safety completely with him.

"I have a surprise for you, just keep following my voice," The words were farther in front of her now and she hated him in this instant.

The wind picked up, thrashing her hair wildly around. Instinctively she tried to tuck the unruly hair behind her ears but it did no good. Once one strand was secure, she felt it slide from her hold, tickling against her nose. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, the chill in the air cutting at her lungs, making her cry out to him, "I want to go home, now. I'm done playing –"

"Paitence my love," He cut her off, annoyance evident in his tone.

Clenching her teeth together, holding back her response she just nodded. She didn't want another fight, every time they saw each other, they fought. They fought about them, their friends, her parents, their future even what day it was. Her thoughts getting the best of her as she tripped on a loose rock in the ground, not bracing herself, falling face first onto hard ground but where was the impact, the trickling of blood down her face? She felt nothing. Warily opening her eyes, she gasped at what she saw. Half hanging off the edge of the cliff, she more heard the waves crashing miles below than saw them.

"Help me, please," she pleaded. Tears burning in her eyes, she tried to find something solid to grab a hold of, to push herself back.

She lifted her head, feeling his presence closer than ever. Her eyes were met simply with his hand as she reached out for him. Why wasn't he trying harder to save her? Isn't that what he always did, always wanted?

Finally he wrapped his fingers around her small wrist, pulling her up into the air, away from any doubts her mind were quickly forming. Tired of holding back the tears, she let them freely flow down her cheeks as she looked up, searching for the familiar violet eyes she could get lost in.

But something was wrong, there was no love to be found. Only sorrow.

"I'm sorry Lucinda, but tonight, you will die," And with those final words he released her. Sending her into a free-fall, spiraling to her death.

Luce sprang up from her bed, feeling her heart hammering in her chest, beads of sweat dewing along her brow. Why did she keep having these dreams about Daniel? They started little over a month ago, when she told him she couldn't see him any longer. She didn't tell him it was because of who she was seeing behind his back, but she figured he knew about Cam.

She didn't want to continuously explain to Daniel why she was spending so much time with Cam. It was simple, he was there for Luce when Daniel wasn't.

Pulling herself up from the perfectly, molded to her body, mattress she slipped her feet into the pair of slippers waiting for her in front of the nightstand and headed down the hall to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. The aroma of fresh coffee filled her nostrils, a pleasant smile forming over her lips. He was here.

"Good morning," Cam spoke to her once she rounded the corner. Standing in her kitchen was the man she had only dreamed of being with, shirtless, black hair wet from his morning shower and holding her favorite mug, steaming with her black coffee.

Tying the strap of her robe, Luce strolled closer to him, taking the cup in her hands, setting it down on the counter to their immediate right before snaking her arms around his waist, "You showered without me" she glanced up at him, putting on her best pout, "again."

The short laugh Cam coughed out, Luce knew what was coming as he pushed the silk robe down her bare shoulder, bowing his head, his hand capturing the back of her head, guiding it to the side as his full lips brushed against her collarbone as he spoke, "Then I guess I'll have to work up another sweat."