The Master Of The Dream World — Sandra Chandler

He made his way to through the woods to the glen where the mystic pool was located.
He had been there many times before, always for the benefit of others.
Now he had to use it for his own purposes.
He stretched out his hand and stirred the waters into action.
It only took a moment for the images to form. The scene played out before him, causing him to knit his dark brows in a frown.
The truth was now known to him.
The vampire was the key.
He had to form a plan to get them back ...
at all cost.