"You did not feel it," Eri said beside me. "You were already so far down that you could not tell sleep from leaving."
Then the room changed. It was no longer an apartment. There was a dark hallway lit by a faint blue glow, and a man was walking through it, tall and dark-haired, his shoulders bunched as though he had been running. He stopped at a bedroom door and stared at the woman on the bed.
Duncan.
But not the Duncan who had kissed my forehead. This one looked at a stranger with his whole heart in his face, not knowing who she was, only that she was dying. He knelt beside me and pressed two fingers to my throat.
"Lass?" he said roughly. "Lass, can ye hear me?"
I could not answer. I was not in my body. I was up near the ceiling, watching him.
"I dinna ken yer name," he whispered. "I dinna ken what ye are tae me. But ye're no' goin' tae die in my dream."
