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"Who are you?" she asked at length

"I told you Roshan DeLongpre"

"What are you?"

He considered her question aif the truth would serve him better than a lie, and decided it would not

"A friend," he replied "I mean you no harm"

"You are no friend of , she stepped inside and closed the door firmly behind her

"Brenna, wait!"

"Go away! You are not welcome here!"

"Brenna, I've come here from the future"

"'Tis i in this world is impossible," he replied "You should know that"

"How far in the future?"

"When I left, it was the year two thousand and five"

Even through the wood of the door, he heard her gasp in disbelief "What ht you here?"

"I'm not sure But here I am And I want to take you back with me before it's too late" His oords surprised him but, once spoken, the decision was h these priain, nor did he intend to leave Brenna behind to suffer the plagues and poverty to come

Brenna put her back to the door and closed her eyes Dare she believe hier and he was the only one who could save her? With her own eyes, she had seen hi mirror, seen him conjure her portrait, a portrait no one knew existed save for herself and John Linder Deny it though he pre must be a powerful sorcerer

Dare she trust hie after the setting of the sun, when a dark wizard's h tiick And if he delved into the dark arts, as she suspected, she feared she would have no defense against him

"Coht of day"

"I can't do that We ht Too off with a man I do not know?"

"You know me," he said "Why do you not trust nizedhard, she closed her eyes It was true She had dreaht, a dark dream filled with violence and blood and death

His blood

Her death

She opened her eyes, overco If she ith him, she knew she would surely die, not at the stake, but by his hand