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walked through the park, the flowers began to glow as if they wanted to lead her down a specific path. The luminous flowers reminded her of something or someone, but she couldn't quite put her finger on whom. A familiar warmth tingled in her stomach and throughout her body. She loved the warm sensation and never wanted it to fade.
    The glowing roses congregated toward one specific area of the park. They created a circle, spiraling together, forming ring after ring of alternating blue and red roses which lit up with the most pure of lights. When the two colors were close enough together, they looked like purple fire.
    She gasped in awe. “What… is this…?”
    â€œMikko,” a faint voice said. She wasn't sure if it was male or female. It echoed around her.
    â€œWho's there?” she asked.
    â€œMikko,” the voice said again.
    She frowned. “What are you trying to tell me? I don't understand.”
    Off in the distance she heard a crunch of twigs and dry grass. She faced the direction of the noise and the light faded. Suddenly it was dark and she could hardly see a thing. Even the roses were beginning to dim and the vibrant royal purple fire started to simmer into only twinkling embers in the grass.
    Red eyes pierced the darkness. The same pair she had seen from her last dream. Shivers rolled down her spine.
    â€œCome and find me, Mikko,” a male voice said. It was smooth and deep, masculine, and dare she even think it, sexy. A figure appeared where the red eyes were, and the coloring of those eyes began to change. Red cooled to dark purple, then to blue, and then to shining silver.
    She took a step forward, drawn to the gaze though her flesh screamed for her to run in the other direction. The handsome man from her previous dream returned. Before she could walk more than five feet toward him, another gust of wind rushed into her, slamming her straight on. She fell back onto her bottom, shielding her face with her arms as it continued to whip past her. The roses flared into an even more intense light than before. A trail of them spread from the circle and surrounded her, engulfing her in a new circle of warmth.
    The handsome young man stretched out his hand toward her, yelling at her to no doubt take it. His words were drowned out by the roar of the wind. She could read his lips, see the urgency in his eyes, but the growing pain in her stomach she felt as she maintained eye contact with him was enough for her to retreat deeper into the purple light. Peace replaced the pain. Mikko pulled her knees to her chest and closed her eyes.
    When she opened them again, she found herself back in her bedroom staring up at the ceiling — wide awake.

 
    Chapter Twelve
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    â€œYou should stay longer.” Lady Oceina was on the verge of begging. She grabbed his hands and gave them a squeeze. “It's only been a couple of days, and I still would much love to get to know you better. You're my godchild too and it would be wonderful to make up for lost time.”
    Ichi held her gaze with his own, smiling. “I've been away from my home for a lot longer than only a few days. When I heard the news of your husband, I had been traveling. The only reason I knew is because I keep my ears open for information. I have to take care of the house. Once that's done, I promise I will be back.” He didn't much want to come back so soon, but it was the right thing to do. Coming back to finish exploring Oceina more thoroughly would be his first stop on his world tour.
    For a moment the Lady Oceina's eyes pooled with tears. “You're right. There are other things that need to be done before I selfishly keep you here with me. I won't try to thwart your destiny again.”
    Destiny? I think she's taking it a little too seriously. It's not a big deal. “It's okay.”
    â€œYou're really going to leave so soon?” Mikko asked from the doorway of the kitchen. She stepped into the hall where