Page 9 of Fortune's Favor

GYPSY

I trail after him, still out of breath and so damn creeped out it’s not funny.

Snakes! Ugh! I hate snakes. Always have and always will.

Maybe that’s why I saw that…whatever that was. I’m trying to put a face to my attacker in my dreams and it’s my worst fear.

A snake. A cobra actually. With a giant hood that towered over me.

Shuddering, I wrap my arms tighter around my middle. I just don’t want to think about the dream.

I wish I’d brought my tarot cards with me. I like to use them sometimes when things aren’t making sense. This is definitely not making any kind of sense.

A giant snake. Called Python?

My brow creases as Alex nods at the bed. “You go ahead and get settled. I’ve got to go to the bathroom. Then we can both hopefully get some sleep. So far this has to be the longest night of my life,” he huffs.

Wincing, I smile slightly. “I’m so sorry that I woke you up. I mean, I know it was just a dream. I shouldn’t have been screaming and messing with your sleep schedule.”

“How exactly can you stop yourself from acting a certain way when you’re dreaming?” he snarks but there’s a little quirk to his firm lips that lets me know that he’s not seriously mad.

“I don’t know. But you’d think I’d have more control than that! I mean I’ve seen a lot over the years.”

“Did you find anything in there?”

He pauses and his pretty blue eyes dart to the side of the room. Like he can’t look me in the eyes. My chest tightens and I gulp harshly.

“No, I didn’t.”

But I can hear it in his voice. He saw something. He just doesn’t want to tell me.

I’m not sure if I want him to or not.

Instead I climb into his bed and curl up facing the opposite wall, closing my eyes, my heart still pounding.

I can still feel that dry, slithering skin rough across my own skin. But it was so strange. I mean, it would have to be. It was a huge talking snake.

But the other thing is that he wasn’t speaking English. I don’t know what the hell he was speaking but I could understand him. I don’t know any other languages. I don’t even know what that…thingwas speaking.

So how did I understand it? He said I was his wife. His mate? But that’s crazy! Right?

But some people believe in reincarnation. Could I have lived another life? What would that be like? Did I even believe in that?

The short answer is…yes, I do. Maybe because I’m psychic so I know that sometimes things that seem strange are actually true. Maybe I can picture it better because of that.

I hear the light from the bathroom click off and then the sheets rustle and the bed dips behind me. Warmth encircles my backside and I take a deep breath.

I can feel him sitting there, breathing quietly in the dark. He moves and I can feel it all the way to my core. My whole body heats up and I gulp a swallow, feeling a tingling in my toes as they brush against his silk-clad leg. I jerk my toes back quickly.

His breath huffs out and then he sighs. “So what did that thing look like?”

“Big and green, kinda glowing.” Shuddering, I fight to keep the nausea from welling up in my throat.

“Anything else that you’ve remembered since you’re good and awake now?”

I turn over and he’s lying there, his dark blue eyes shining in the dim light of the moon coming through the windows. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

He snorts. “I didn’t say you were crazy when you were talking about a giant snake! What else could you tell me that’s crazier than that?”

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