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answer all of your questions. The answers will all come soon enough. For now, I want you to imagine yourself in love with me. Try to love me.”
    He was close, as close to me as he was on the bed. He put one hand on my arm and the other around my waist. I couldn’t look into his eyes, maybe never again. I looked down at our feet. They were so close they were touching. His knees started to bend. What was he doing? I heard his voice as his face moved down to meet mine.
    “Try, Anya. All I am asking of you today is that you try.” It was too late to move. He pulled me in and kissed me again. I didn’t resist. Surprising myself, I placed a hand around his neck, feeling the raised tattoo, and pulled him in deeper. The kiss was real, and his tongue was soft against mine. I could feel his body reacting to my acceptance. His lips moved, and I heard him whisper, “Please love me this time, please.”
    I closed my eyes to try … to try to feel what it would be like to love Vladimir. I let go and fell deeper in the kiss. My mind went completely blank, and my body didn’t feel like my body. Where was I? Flashes of light intruded my mind, fast, faster, and then even faster, like a disco ball gone mad. Then the flashing became a sold light and then dimmed to a low haze. I could see myself. I was in the Altay Mountains in Russia near the Beynok mansion. I recognized the area from past visits. Vladimir was with me, and another figure was in front of us. It was my black silhouette from my dreams. I had both fear and compassion for the figure. It was saying, “Anya, I will not fight you, and I will never leave you. I love you; please believe me.” Vladimir took a fighting stance and jumped in front of me. Why? I could feel it was neither human nor Beynok. Why would I care about it? I came to. Vladimir was still on my lips as if I had never left.
    “What the hell? What was that?” I meant to keep my reaction to the vision to myself, but it was too late. My skin felt pasty and sweat was running down the back of my neck. Neither my physical or verbal reaction was caused by the kiss. Why was I having visions of this unknown black figure?
    Vladimir pulled away from me and asked, “What’s wrong, Anya?” I could sense his fear and curiosity. I could understand him having curious emotions, but the fear confused me. What did he know that he wasn’t telling me? He clearly knows who and what the black silhouette is.
    “No! This is too much for me. If you care about me like you say you do, why can’t you tell me what is going on?” I pulled away from him and said, “I’m angry with you, Vladimir. You say you can’t tell me what’s going on, but I feel you’ve done nothing but give me riddles. You’re telling me you love me. How is that possible when you have had a partner and you are full spirited on your fourth rise? The emotions pouring out of you don’t make sense, love…lust…fear, fear of what? How am I going to be able to face you again once you leave this room? I don’t know how to deal with these kinds of emotions. I don’t know how to love and I don’t know what love is, but for some reason, I don’t picture love feeling like this.”
    Vladimir shifted toward me and said, “You’re just confused right now. Time is the answer to your questions, Anya, and you don’t have much time. I only hope you make the right choices.” He started to walk toward the door. “It’s about time for the others to start to wake. Just keep all of this to yourself for right now. I’m sorry I had to do this so abruptly, but like I said before, I thought I had more time.” Right before he closed the door, he turned back toward me and said, “And yes, you do know what love feels like and I know you are capable of finding it with me if you would try.”
    I couldn’t think straight. Nothing I was feeling made any sense to me. My head was spinning, and the room felt like it was tumbling in the opposite direction. I had to get out—out