Dahlia did not understand what had happened.
She could still clearly feel her body, yet she could not move so much as a finger, as though her soul had left it.
This was not the first time she and Nick had engaged in this kind of intimate communion on a spiritual level, but nothing this far beyond her control had ever happened before.
It was as though-someone had taken control of her body.
Dahlia tried to resist, tried to warn her lover, but she could not even relax her tightly curled toes.
The sensation was awful. She tried to scream, yet the sounds reaching her ears were nothing of the sort. She might not have understood what being possessed meant, but this felt even more hopeless than paralysis.
She had absolutely no control over her body, yet all her senses remained so painfully clear. She could hear, see, and distinctly perceive everything around her.
And in this state, a flood of fragmented, disordered information poured madly into Dahlia's mind: love, betrayal, despair, a distant past, and a faint sorrow that instantly left her dazed.
At last, it was all over.
Nick wondered to himself why the girl in his arms seemed so strange today. Her reactions seemed quite different from usual, and when he opened his
eyes, he nearly died of fright.
A phantom figure, at once real and illusory, lay beside Dahlia, parts of their bodies still overlapping.
"What the hell?" Before Nick could react, Dahlia had rolled to the foot of the bed and assumed a fighting stance, heedless of how much she was exposing.
"Suka blyat!" Tears of humiliation still glistened at the corners of her eyes. If she could tell herself that the earlier incident in the car had merely been an accident, this was now