Chapter 4
Jacque’s eyes snapped open. She slapped her hand against her chest as she attempted to fill her empty lungs with air. But the more she tried, the more futile it became. She sat up and folded herself in half so her head was between her legs. Her mind screamed at the revelation that had brought on the panic. Fane! The voice was Fane! He had actually answered the mental question she had asked him.
What…the…hell?
Jacque had been certain she had only been hearing a voice made up by her own subconscious. Or even a dead relative trying to haunt her. Either was more believable than what was actually happening. The voice was someone real, tangible, and, well … hot. Not that him being hot is important, but seriously it doesn’t hurt, right?
No longer able to lie still, Jacque got up and
