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renowned. The witnesses probably took one look into those penetrating eyes and broke under the pressure. “You are the school’s guidance counselor, correct?”
    “That’s correct.”
    “And you have counseled this student?”
    “Only because the parents claimed he had an emotional-behavioral disability. According to their account, about a month ago he became moody and aggressive at home.”
    “Did you find him to be emotionally disturbed?”
    “No. I found him to be a well-adjusted child. He seemed open and honest during our sessions.”
    “Any history of behavior issues at school?”
    “No.”
    “Any history of poor grades or trouble with the other students?”
    “No. He is a perfect student. Near the top of his class.” Maggie felt perspiration dot her forehead. She didn’t appreciate the lawyer grilling her. This seemed a little too much like being on trial.
    Ms. Lawler glanced back down at the file in her lap, giving Maggie an appreciated reprieve from the intense eye contact. “I’ll need a copy of everything in here,” she informed Mark as she looked up at him.
    “I’ll have my secretary make the copies. I can bring them to you when we meet later today to go over the court documents for the case.”
    When Ms. Lawler handed the file to Maggie’s ex, she did not miss the way his fingers brushed against the lawyer’s as they transferred the file. She glanced at the woman’s face, and noted the slight smile that lifted one corner of her mouth.
    “You don’t need her anymore today, do you Jennifer?”
    The name rolled off his tongue like a physical caress. If these two weren’t already a couple, they would be soon. You’d think he would have learned his lesson about getting involved with someone he needed to work with.
    Maggie most certainly had.
    “We’ll let you know when we need you again, Maggie,” Mark informed her, using a condescending tone that sounded clipped.
    Maggie knew a dismissal when she heard one. She stood to take her leave, grateful to be able to put some space between her and that aggravating man.

Chapter 4
    Tiny needles punctured the stalker’s body, causing sharp stings of burning pain. The fiery sensation beat at his mind, pulsed with a relentless agony that was pure unadulterated torture.
    He knew logically that nothing actually hurt him. In energy form, he was just a ball of glowing luminosity. No body. No flesh to be stung. But that didn’t ease the sensations plaguing him.
    He pulsed up and down, needing to move. Anxiety crept into his mind, making him glide forward trying to outrun the prickly sensation. Faster, faster he went in an attempt to escape the uneasy feeling pursuing him.
    It was for naught. Only one thing would ease this discomfort. Only one person.
    He needed to feed his craving. He needed . . . What did the humans call it?
    A fix.
    A perfect term, really. Those humans certainly turned a phrase. A fix was exactly what it was. Feedings fixed these sensations. Took them away. Replaced them with blissful peace and contentment.
    Without a doubt, he needed a fix and knew exactly who could provide one.
    He opened a portal with his mind, causing the vortex to swirl in front of him. He peered into the gateway, making sure that in his haste he’d opened to the correct place in the human world.
    There she lay in her bed. Relief poured over him in waves, enough to drown a small measure of the pain. Her face turned in his direction, and he watched her eyes dart back and forth under her closed lids.
    Perfect, she already dreamed. Like bringing a calf to the slaughter, he would slip into her dream and twist it until she gave him what he so desperately needed.
    He pushed through the portal, emerging into the human world fully corporeal. The physical sensations rushed through him. What had been tiny needles in his energy form now were knives stabbing at his flesh. Imaginary bugs crawled over his skin. The sensation so great, his eyes dropped down to peruse his flesh.