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something had a hold of him. This time, when his eyes met mine, they were full of fear.
    â€œJack?” I yelled. Danny was pulled back into the room, slowly, his nails grabbing at the wall, fingernails leaving scratches. Once he disappeared from view the door slammed shut. “Jack, Danny needs help!” The floorboards continued to rumble and shake and when I backed up towards the door my legs were unsteady. I moved in slow motion, like the way I sometimes did in dreams when I was trying to get away.
    Blinding light suddenly lit up every window and I had to sink to the floor and cover my eyes to escape the glare. I spun round and crawled forward but the scorched wooden door slammed shut making me turn back toward the living room. I got in front of the fireplace and faced the other door—the one leading to the front deck—before everything stopped and became still. The light was gone and slowly I got to my feet. It was then I became aware I was no longer alone.
    I turned in resignation, ignoring the screaming voice in my head that urged me to flee, and faced my tormentor. The man who’d hounded me endlessly, first as a nightmare, then as my lover, then as my enemy, since I was sixteen years old.
    â€œKale?”
    He stood tall and unmoving, his face a mask of cold determination. “Ayres, actually,” he said.
    â€œFor real?”
    His hand reached out and unwillingly I moved forward to take it in mine.
    He smiled. “For real.”

Chapter 3
    Just like all those years ago, I awoke with a head full of cotton and a dry mouth. This time, however, the now familiar pristine white walls of Lindove did not surround me. Instead, everything was cold metal. And bars.
    I became aware I was curled up on the floor in a thick rough blanket that scratched at my skin. The floor was clean and bare and looked to be made of concrete. Was I in jail? It would explain the barred window at the top of the imposing steel door of the cell.
    There’d been an earthquake, I remembered that, and the bright light. Then...there’d been Kale, yet he’d said his name was Ayres. I’d taken his hand. After that everything was a blank. A terrible thought entered my mind. Had Jack and Danny been found dead, just like Uncle Mick and Aunt Erin had?
    Shit!
    Maybe they thought I was a killer. I mean, to have the same crime committed in the same place leaving only me left alive was pretty convenient. It definitely smacked of guilt. But I hadn’t killed anyone. It was a mistake. I got up on shaky knees and used the wall for leverage as I climbed to my feet. That’s when I noticed I was naked. The blanket had pooled around my feet. I reached down and snatched it up, pulling it around my shoulders, and crept toward the door. I peered through the bars and from what I could see it appeared I was in some sort of cellblock. A prison no doubt. They’d locked me up in a place nowhere near as nice as Lindove this time.
    From my vantage point it was impossible to see too far. There was a cell directly across from mine and I noticed the bob of a head just below the bars. I waited until the head came up again and called out, “Hey. Hello?”
    A small pale face framed by a riot of dark curls came into view. “Hello?” a young female’s voice answered.
    â€œMy name’s Mandy. What is this place?”
    â€œI...I dunno. Been here for a few...days...I think.” She took a moment to get out her words. Maybe her throat was as dry as mine?
    â€œDid you do something? Something bad?” Must be a prison for women.
    â€œNo. Nothing. There was...bright light. A man...”
    What? Sounded like the same shit I’d seen. “What’s your name?” Dammit, I needed water.
    â€œLissa.”
    â€œLissa?” Sounded like a lisp.
    â€œYeah,” she said. “Oh, no! Someone’s...coming.” She ducked out of sight. When I heard the steady tread of boots in the hall I did