Book3:WereMyDreamIs

hatIdoforyou?MayIshowmyself?”

    “Yes,showyourself”calledDimitritotheemptyair.Nosoonerhadthewordslefthismouththahemoonlightayoungwomanwithlonghairfallingtoherwaistsuddenlyappearedbeforethem.Shehadanalluringfigureaifulface,whichrevealedtwomysteriousdimpleswhenshesmiledatthem.ShestooduhemoonlightandbowedreverentlybeforeDimitri.“Nowthatyouarehere,pleasesitdownsothetwoofyoutalktogetherfortably.”Hehelduphisgssofwhiskeyfulltothebrim,fiwithaquaffandsaid,“I’mafraidIhavehadtoomuchtodrinkandamfeelingabittipsy.IthinkIhadbettergotosleep.Youtwochattogether.”Sayingso,heidhimselfontheground,immediatelyfelsleepandwassoonsn.Charina’seyeswerestillwideopeninshockatthedramatitsthatenfoldedbeforehereyes,butIma