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"You look different," I said,as I stared at his eyes, which al my cheek

Now that I ith him, it was as if a filarden air, sticky and sweet I could feel the warmth of the sun on my shoulders And when I raised er to my mouth just before we touched

"How did you knoas here?"

"What?" I asked, confused "I thought you were--" and that’s when I realized he hadn’t been waiting for me I took a step back, hurt "So you aren’t here to see me?"

"Of course I am Why else would I co for ot any closer to St Clément, I worried so for a place for us to ht a cemetery would help muffle my presence" His eyes wandered across the headstones "That way if soraveyard"

"I felt you," I said softly "But I don’t think the other girls could Or the doctor"

Dante’s face hardened, a wrinkle for over his eyes "Doctor? What do you randfather and the doctors; about the way everything seeed I told hie and how it came true, and then about the place of so beneath the hospital bed

When I finished, Dante ran his hand down my face, his eyes worried as he searchedokay now?"

In the distance, a wind chi in tiny notes like water droplets falling onto a roof I nodded and touched his fingers "Are you? Where have you been? I was so worried"

Instead of answering, Dante pressed on "What did the doctor say?"

"He gave me some sort of medication that will stop the dreams, but I don’t know if I want it This will probably sound crazy, but I think the drearippedto the hospital to see what’s under the bed," I whispered, finishing his sentence "The dreae died was true What if this one is too?"

"No," Dante said, his voice abrupt "You can’t"

I shook my head "Why?"

"Because it isn’t safe You don’t knohere these drea thee directly before she died What would have happened if you had woken up in tione there?"

"I could have saved her"

"Or you could have died too," he said, louder than he intended Lowering his voice, he pleaded, "I alain Please, proo to the hospital"

I hesitated Before I could respond, so rustled near the back of the cathedral We both froze, listening to the ate of the cemetery creak open and clatter shut

Before I kneas happening, Dante led e headstone beneath thetree and pulled rass

I buriedto the sound of footsteps "Who is it?" I whispered into Dante’s ear as he peered around the side of the stone He sht in the woods Grasping the collar of his shirt, I held him closer When he turned to rounds-keeper," he said, his cool breathwith mine