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woman would return. When she didn’t, he spent a few moments perusing the woman’s domain. The room he could see was small. The walls were a pale blue, the curtains at the window were white, the carpets a shade darker than the walls. The sofa was covered in a flowered print. A slender vase filled with fresh flowers could be seen on a side table. A three-tiered shelf held a number of small, framed photographs, a collection of blown-glass animals, a large seashell, and a blue marble egg. Another shelf held a trio of candles. Magazines were scattered over the top of the table in front of the sofa. It was a very feminine room. He wondered if she ever had male visitors.
    Troubled by the thought of the woman being with another man, he turned and went into the castle on the hill.
     
    Kari stood at her bedroom window, staring out into the night. It was almost midnight, time to stop acting like a frightened child, go downstairs, turn off the lights and the TV, and go to bed.
    Taking a deep breath, she marched resolutely down the stairs. She switched off the TV, careful not to look up at the Vilnius. She was about to turn off the lights when her gaze was drawn toward the painting. What on earth was that?
    Curious, she moved toward the hearth. She had never noticed that little white square on the lower left-hand corner of the glass before. Had it always been there? Or was it just another manifestation of her decaying mental state?
    She stood on the raised hearth and peered at the small white piece of paper. And there, written in bold script, she read the word help written in what looked like blood.
    Kari stared at the word as if she had never seen it before while her mind tried to come up with some logical explanation, but, of course, there was only one explanation, illogical and impossible as it seemed. The man in the painting was trying to communicate with her.
    With a shrug, she turned away from the fireplace. After all, if he could move from place to place, why couldn’t he write a message?
    Humming softly, she turned out the lights and went upstairs to bed. There was a simple explanation for everything, she thought as she snuggled under the covers.
    She was out of her mind.
     
    Kari rose early the next morning, ate a quick breakfast, and left the house. She spent several hours at the mall, had lunch at her favorite restaurant, took in an early movie, and then stopped in to visit Tricia, who invited her to stay for dinner and watch a DVD.
    “So,” Tricia remarked when she switched off the DVD player. “Don’t you think it’s time you stopped pretending to be a hermit? There’s a new guy in Brent’s office….”
    Kari held up her hand. “Stop right there.”
    “Kari, I’m not asking you to marry the guy. Just go out with him. Have a little fun for a change.”
    “I’m not ready to date anyone yet.”
    “Kari, this is me, Trish. I know Ben hurt your feelings, but it’s not like he broke your heart or anything. What’s the problem?”
    Kari blew out a sigh. She wished she could tell Tricia the truth, that she was falling in love with a man in a painting, but there were some things even your best friend wouldn’t understand, or believe.
     
    It was almost midnight when Kari returned home. She went straight to her room, undressed, took a shower, and went to bed.
    Surprisingly, sleep came quickly.
    She dreamed she was in the castle again. This time, he was waiting for her in the great room. She frowned, thinking that it looked different than it had the last time. There were fresh rushes on the floor. Several huge tapestries depicting hunting scenes hung from the walls. A cheery fire blazed in the large stone hearth. He rose from his chair when she stepped through the doorway, one hand outstretched in a gesture of welcome. Her gaze moved over him. Here, in her dream, he wasn’t made of canvas and paint but of living flesh and blood. The light of the fire cast golden highlights in his fair hair, his deep blue eyes