Page 17 of Witch's Dawn
I stared at it, concentrating hard. I pictured it floating off the table in my mind. Nothing happened, so I gestured with my hand like Dianadid.
The bottle promptly shot straight up toward the ceiling and shattered onimpact.
"Agh, fuck!" I cried, shielding my face from the shower of greenglass.
"Well, now I know not to try magic unsupervised," I grumbled as I searched for a broom to sweep up themess.
After cleaning my floors and ceiling, I got ready for bed despite knowing my brain was on overdrive about well,everything.
I settled in with my covers up to my chin and closed my eyes, deciding to try one last magical thing. I pictured Diana's face in my mind, imagining every detail as if she was still sitting withme.
Immediately I felt the effects of her magical signature. The warmth and comfort of family, true family, swept over me. Rather than a chilly San Francisco night, I felt like I was basking insunlight.
Feeling Diana's protective, maternal power over me lulled me into a deep sleep, where the dreams that waited weren't socomforting.
A huge, black raven sat on my windowsill and looked at me. Then it opened its beak and said, "You still have no idea what youare."
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DEJA
Hot breath raspedagainst my neck, eliciting an arch from me as teeth and tongue dragged across my sensitiveskin.
A rough hand cupped me between my legs as if trying to smother the fire down there, but it only ignited hotter and with a needyache.
Two more hands cupped my breasts, pulling on my achingly sensitive nipples as another mouth kissed the valley betweenthem.
A moan rumbled from deep in my throat before another tongue snaked into my mouth, muffling my sounds and demanding a kiss I couldn't stop myself fromreturning.
I saw nothing but felteverything.
Hands and mouths glided across every inch of me, never stopping. There could have been two or two hundred, all with the sole focus of pleasing mybody.
"Deja," one mouth growled possessively against mythroat.
"Who are you?" I moaned, barely able to breathe with my pulse hammering so hard, my insides so hot and on the verge ofexploding.
"We are your legion," another mouth rasped against the shell of my ear. "Your UnholyTrinity."
Thump.
"Ow!Fuck!"
A sharp pain flashed through my head and elbows. Darkness suddenly turned to blindingly bright light as I squinted and fought to get mybearings.
Embarrassment filled me as I realized I was on my bedroom floor, tangled up in the sheet. Even though no one was around, my face reddened with shame and I wanted nothing more than to dive back under thecovers.
But the sunlight pouring through the window showed that I spent long enough sleeping. I half expected to see that raven sitting on my windowsill but no such luck. My alarm clock read 9:15 am and I struggled to my bedsheet-bound feet in apanic.
"Wait. It's Sunday," I said out loud to the emptyroom
The shop was closed on Sunday. My one day off aweek.
I collapsed back into bed, still breathless at the vivid sensations of my dream. My fingertips lightly dragged over my neck and down my chest. I could still feel their nibbling at me, their tongues and lips teasing and kissingme.
Even with all the recent strange dreams I'd been having recently, this feltdifferent.
Almost like amemory.
