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Everything
else...happened to a different person. You—you're the only
thing that is real, to me.”
    “ What do you mean?” she asked hoarsely.
But she knew what he meant. She just didn't want to admit it. It
was as if she knew him from somewhere, some time. Yet she was sure
that she had never crossed paths with Damien Blake.
    His throat moved but he didn't reply. Instead he shook
his head and raked his hand through his hair. “I guess the
drugs really did mess with my head. Things are not making sense. I am not making sense. And every time I close my eyes, I see those
endless fires, eviscerating, gutting and devouring...”
    Emma saw that he was trembling. “What fires?
What fires, Damien?” There was no mention of any fires in the
news reports. Was there arson involved? Was he trying to tell her
about a crime that he or his associates had committed? Was this an
expression of guilt and fear?
    Damien squeezed his eyes shut and slumped back on his
pillows. Perspiration was beading on his forehead. “Damien,
are you all right?” Emma jumped up. “I'll get the
doctor...”
    “ No!” His hand gripped her wrist.
“Please...don't go...”
    “ But you're...”
    “ I'm all right. It's okay. Just...stay with me.
Just for a while more, Emma.”
    Emma sat down slowly. His grip loosened and she
withdrew her hand. What was he talking about? Was he hallucinating
and imagining some fiery hell, or was he remembering a crime?
    Whatever it was, one thing was clear. Damien Blake was
a tortured soul. And—there was something else about him.
Something that whispered to her soul and pulled her inexorably to
him. She should not be feeling anything for him, except perhaps
pity. But pity was definitely not what she felt towards him.
    Fire, flames—there was something burning in this
man. Something dark and dangerous.
    Once he had calmed down and Emma was sure that the man
was all right, she told him to rest and to call her office when he
was better. Shakily, Emma handed him her business card, avoiding
even the slightest contact with his fingers. Forcing a smile to her
face, she wished him luck and a speedy recovery and fumbled out of
the room.
    As she walked rapidly to the car park, her heart thudded
in her ears and her fists were cold and clammy.
    She would be wise to walk away from this man, but
instead she could feel herself being drawn to him. “...like a
moth to a flame,” she whispered as she started the engine and
gripped the steering wheel.
    Whipping out her phone, she typed a message to her
secretary: Can you get me copies of every available news report and article about Mr. Damien Blake? Thanks!
    There was something about Damien, something that
didn't quite jell with all the reports she had read about him. Emma
blew out a shuddering breath and resolved not to think about him.
She had quite enough on her hands and her mind. Throwing her car
into gear, she sped out of the hospital car park and headed straight
home.

Chapter Ten

    “ Mummy, wake up! It's Saturday! You promised to
take me to the amusement park!”
    Emma cracked open her eyes to see Luc bouncing excitedly
on her bed. She turned to the clock on her bedside table. “What?
It's not even eight o'clock,” she groaned.
    “ The sun's up. Time to get up!” he
hollered, pulling the covers off. “Please...I'll make you
breakfast,” Luc offered.
    “ And what will you be making?” She pushed
herself up on one elbow.
    “ Cereal. And milk. And sugar,” he answered
immediately. “The breakfast for heroes!”
    “ That sounds great,” Emma smiled and ruffled
his soft blond hair. “All right, you get the bowls out and
I'll join you in a minute.”
    Emma staggered to the bathroom and splashed cold water
on her face. She'd had the strangest dream. She had dreamt of
Death, but he wasn't the Death she knew. He wasn't the blond,
blue-eyed, tanned, muscular Death who came to her and made love to
her and branded himself into her soul. He looked