Maxim watched her enter the room through the back door. She looked so different from when he observed her in her dreams. They were not his to control, only to observe--from a distance. Most of them took place before her father died, therefore she appeared as a child of about seven. Gone were the long, stringy brown pigtails, and in their place was a mane of rich mahogany hair that hung just past the middle of her back. The oversized pants and flowered t-shirt were replaced with a pair of skin-tight jeans and a blue polo that read ‘The Queen Bean.’
His first trip to Earth in twenty-two years, and all he could do was stare at the girl he’d watched over for more than two decades. Maybe his brother was right; the Oneiroi weren’t meant to interact with humans. It wasn’t safe--for humans or his kind. This must be why his father, Morpheus, forbade the Oneiroi to pass between the two worlds all those years ago. The temptation was just too great.
She looked up at the clock and then her eyes met his. In them he saw recognition, confusion, fear, and then panic. His thoughts of staying an invisible, silent observer were gone. Her eyes seemed to be drawn to him. It was time to go; he’d done enough damage. Guy expected him to stay hidden and unknown to the girl. He stood and walked out the front door of the coffee shop, determined to find a better way to protect her.