A/N I loved writing this chapter and hope you like it too. I wanted to highlight Sydney's feelings for Adrian in this chapter.

Chapter 6

Sydney' POV

After Adrian was gone,I pondered if I should find Abe or not. In the end I ca,e to the conclusion that being prepared never hurt anyone.

I arranged the ingredients and sat in the attic.

I tried to concentrate but came up empty . This was odd.

I must find his photo and try another spell.

But I will try it tomorrow. I was exhausted right now.

And I had to prepare to meet Adrian.

What would I say to him? How will I answer his questions without revealing too much?

Should I let him take me to a spirit dream? All these years I had been protecting myself from spirit dreams by a spell. Should I break it now or not.

No, I will see Adrian. I had promised him and moreover Adrian did not deserve this.

I got ready for bed. I was sure it will take me hours of tossing and turning to finally get into a deep enough slumber for a spirit dream. My head touched the pillow and the next thing I knew I was asleep.

My surroundings shimmered and I was in the spirit dream. Adrian strode towards me.

Adrian...Oh how he made my heart beat faster, like it was going to jump out of my chest with happiness...but at the same time I felt like someone had twisted a knife in my heart...my heart which belongs to Adrian and always will. This is too painful, I cried.

My feelings waiting to burst out and me trying to suppress them. I can't show them. I hate how I'm feeling right now. Like there is not enough air in the room. Like I won't live another minute if I did not touch him this instant. Like I would give anything just to breathe his scent one last time.

Adrian stopped right in front of me. Just inches apart. Adrian's hand curled around my cheek softly. Involuntarily I leaned into his touch. I felt warm tingles everywhere and shivered. I took a deep breath. His scent washing over me. Home.

I was wearing the red dress which Lia DeStephano had designed for me.

"Sydney, you are the most beautiful creature to ever walk this earth." Adrian said, repeating what he had said so many years ago, that night in Palm Springs.

"Adrian, I'm so sorry, but we can't do this."

He sighed and closed his eyes, he looked like he was in pain. Of course he was. This is what you do to him, Sydney. I said to myself.

He removed his hand from my cheek. No! I wanted to say...but I couldn't.

I couldn't because I did not own myself. They owned me. But a part of me will always be Adrian's. A part that will always want him. Always yearn for him.

"Sydney, why do you do this to me?" Pain cracking his voice.

Oh Adrian it hurts so much! Please make it stop. Please. But I couldn't voice my thoughts. I couldn't say anything as I stared into his emerald green eyes. I could get lost in them. No, I was already lost in them.

I took his hand in mine, I couldnt stop myself. The hurt in his eyes was killing me. My lips gently brushed over his knuckles and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. Adrian pulled me to him and crushed me against his chest. And it was then that I started crying. Tears pouring down my cheeks. And as I sobbed, soaking his shirt, he held me against him.

"I'm so so sorry, Adrian", I kept on murmuring again and again and sobbed hard.

But I knew that this was the happiest I had been in the last few years. That I was where I wanted to be, where I belonged. In Adrian Ivashkov's arms.