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In his studio don, Jess reviewed the de the disc If she did, her mind would be open Wide open to dreams He wished he knehat they would be, where they would take her Then he could see what she would see He could document Relive But his research hadn’t yet allowed hiht, one day

Eve’s dreams took her back into the dark, into the dread They were juain like leaves in the wind It was terrifying She drea an explosive sunset with hi water of a lagoon Hearing his voice in her ear when he was inside her, urging her to let go Just let go

Then it was her father, holding her down, and she was a child, helpless, hurting, frightened

Please don’t

The smell of hi She was gagging on it and weeping, and his hand was over her mouth to stifle her screams when he raped her

Our personalities are programmed at conception Reeanna’s voice floated in, cool and sure We are e are made Our choices are already set at birth

And she was a child, in a terrible rooe and urine and death And there was blood on her hands

Soht like a wild thing, like a terrified, desperate child would fight

“Don’t Don’t Don’t”

“Ssh, Eve, it’s a dreaathered her closer, rocked, while the clammy sweat on her skin soaked into his shirt and broke his heart “You’re safe”

“I killed you You’re dead Stay dead”

“Wake up now”

He pressed his lips to her teht way to soothe her If he’d had the power, he would have gone back in time and cheerfully murdered what haunted her

“Wake up, darling It’s Roarke No one’s going to hurt you He’s gone,” he an to shudder “He’s never co back”

“I’rip of a nightmare “I’m okay now”