Kane tossed and turned as his nightmare consumed him. It was the same dream he always had. His last fight. The one that left him a cold and bitter man. He could feel the heat of the sun even in dream. The sting of the sand as it whipped his face. Kane felt a hand on his shoulder, which was not a dream but real. He rolled, ready to defend himself, but stopped when he saw an angel leaning over him with a halo of dark hair draping down her shoulders. She smiled down at him as her fingers stroked through his hair. Eve.
He leaned into the touch, never wanting it to end. He wished all of his dreams could be like this instead of his last fight. “Eve,” he whispered her name in prayer. The sound of explosions faded from his ears. The heat of the sun was gone. It was dark and cool.
“You shouldn’
