“I know who you are,” the girl hissed. “I know who you come from.” She stepped closer, her smile full of malice, and Michele shrank back in horror.
A stranger appeared in the distance, his voice competing with the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. “Michele, run! Save yourself!”
Peering into the night, Michele tried to make out the man’s form. Who was he? Why did his voice sound so familiar? Wait. Was this …? It couldn’t be, could it? Her father?
“Michele, wake up!” he cried, his voice full of urgency.
Michele could feel the girl’s gaze pierce right through her. Why did this girl she didn’t even know hate her so much? Was she someone from the past? It was another set of unanswered questions to add to the list she’d been accumulating during her time travels.
“I’ll be watching you,” the stranger whispered, slowing turning and drifting back to where she’d come from. As her silhouette vanished into the night, Michele’s dream slowly began to fade, and along with it, her father’s faraway presence.
As her dream swirled away into a distant memory, Michele jolted awake, breathing a sigh of relief at finding herself safe in her bedroom of the Windsor Mansion. But fear lingered on her skin like a persistent scent. It all seemed like an endless charade, one that had followed her into the present. But somehow her father knew who this girl was. Maybe he could help reveal another layer of this new life.
She leaned back against her pillows, trying to soothe her mind by returning to the usual subject of her dreams: the love of her life, Philip. Though she had come so far in the past few months, she had the sudden feeling that her journey had only just begun.
About the Author
A singer and a writer, Alexandra Monir divides her time between Los Angeles and New York City.
Alexandra Monir, Secrets of the Time Society
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