“What did they do to you in that room? I heard your screams.” “And how can you be sure those screams belonged to me?” “Because I know your voice as distinctly as I do my own. I hear it even when you are not present.” “Tell me.” The heat of his gaze burned hot over her skin. “Do you hear it in dreams?” “Sometimes.” “And what do I say to you in these dreams?” “A number of things.”
