The Fated Mate

night and the building always stands silent. No one ever knocked at that time of the night. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled, as slowly she made for the door. She hadn't expected

absolutely no patience for circular arguments, not tonight. Marcus hesitated a moment, his eyes never left hers, and the silence stretched between them as taut as wire. Adrian is not who you think he is," Marcus said finally "And if you're seeing him in your dreams you are in danger. Lena couldn't believe her ears, Adrian wasn't who she thought he was? That didn't make any sense. She hadn't known the man long enough to think anything about him. All she had were dreams. The strange vivid dreams where she found herself trapped in a temple with him, the light, the glow. And yet, there had been something undeniably real to those dreams. Something that felt too familiar. "I-" Lena began, but Marcus cut her off before she could ask more. He stepped forward again, his gaze hardening "If you don't leave now, if you don't get away from him, things will get worse. You've already seen the signs." Lena was shocked by his words . She had seen the signs of flashes of light in her dreams, the way Adrian had come into her mind so clear when she painted his face, the feeling she knew him from somewhere yet they'd never met. How could this man know? How did he know what she saw? With that, Marcus spun around and started walking away; his heel slammed hard on the tile flooring in the hall. Lena blinked then belatedly called out as he was disappearing into the hallway, "Wait!" She stepped into the hall from her open apartment door. "What do you mean 'danger'? What's going on? Who are you? But Marcus didn't stop. He went on, steadily, at his usual gait, in a way as though he had not heard her at all. Lena hesitated, her feet frozen in place by fear and doubt. She took a single step forward, but the moment her foot hit the floor, Marcus glanced back at her. You'll be sorry if you don't," he said as his voice echoed down the hall; then in an instant, he was gone around the corner. Lena stood there, frozen, staring at the space where he'd just been standing. Her heart was racing like mad. She had no idea who this Marcus guy was or what he was talking about, but the words chopped into her brain like splinters: Danger? Regret? She shook her head, trying to make all of it out. Was this a lie? Was she in some kind of danger due to her dreams? What did he try to get