Page 14 of My Master
“How do I call you in my dreams?”
“Oh, simple, we were connected in some way. Brothers, twins, also, there’s the fact that you killed me. My blood is on your hands and because of that act I can appear before you, willingly or unwillingly. The best part of all of this is that I come here as myself and can torture you with it all I want.” He looked around, eyebrow still raised, a curious gleam in his eye. “By the way, where’s Esmeralda?”
That did it for Antonio. He yelled and tried lunging for Damien but stopped when he heard her voice.
“Antonio?”
Esmeralda.
She had materialized, just like Damien had. Her brows were furrowed in confusion as she looked from brother to brother. Damien smiled, showing his fangs. “Now,” he said. “Isn’t this a pleasant little reunion?”
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Esmeralda’s face went from confused to disbelief to terrified. Antonio understood her terror. He vaguely wondered if spirits were capable of killing inside of dreams. He didn’t want to give him that opportunity; he moved lightning fast, pushing Esmeralda behind him, ready to protect her.
Damien did not move. He merely gazed at the two of them with bitter amusement. “I was not planning on attacking. It would be an impossible waste of time. Spirits cannot make physical contact with you.”
Of course, Antonio had no reason to believe him so he didn’t move. Damien shrugged.
“It’d be nice if you could conjure up some chairs,” he suggested. Out of nowhere a normal brown chair materialized behind Damien. He smiled and sat down, crossing his legs and stared at them.
“I don’t understand.” Esmeralda spoke in a whisper. With a simple thought from Antonio, steel manacles appeared, binding Damien’s wrists and ankles to the chair. Damien swore then glared at his brother.
Antonio shrugged. “Just taking the necessary precautions.” Then he rounded on Esmeralda. “What the hell are you doing here? How did you get into my dream?”
Esmeralda’s expression turned defiant. “Soul Mates experience shared dreams, Antonio. Or have you forgotten? I didn’t come here on purpose!”
“Then leave!” he commanded.
Esmeralda’s mouth gaped open a second before she tilted her chin up. “I am not going anywhere. You’re just going to have to get over it! And why is Damien here?”
“Yeah, it’s good to see you too, princess,” he muttered sarcastically.
They ignored him. Antonio explained to Ezzy what Damien had told him.
“Does that mean you can bring any spirit you want into your dreams?” She asked.
“Only if you’re connected to them in some way, in a strong way,” Damien said.
Esmeralda smiled and closed her eyes, imagining two people in her mind’s eye. One of them male, broad shouldered with dark skin, light brown hair and yellow eyes; then, a woman, with bright red hair and blue eyes. Antonio knew that’s who she was thinking of because he was thinking of them as well. And then, there they were.
Ignacio and Katheryn.
Esmeralda opened her eyes and began to cry. Antonio eyed them both. Ignacio, with his straight brown hair hanging just above his eyebrows, a smile on his face; Katheryn, shorter than Ignacio, had her red hair similar to Ezzy’s, thrown into a messy ponytail.
“Ignacio?”
The couple turned their gazes on Antonio. Katheryn’s smile disappeared as she approached him and punched him in the face. “You fucking asshole!” she yelled.
Behind them, Damien laughed.
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Esmeralda stared,awe-struck at what she had just witnessed. Her mother had just punched Antonio in the face and was slinging profanities at him.
“Mom?”
Katheryn stopped and turned. “Hi, sweetie, I’ll be right with you.” Her voice was surprisingly sweet and gentle when she spoke to Esmeralda, a complete contrast with her current personality. Katheryn turned back around, pointing an accusing finger at Antonio. “…the most irresponsible, idiotic, stupid crybabyever! Jesus Christ, if you could have heard yourself from our end. Seriously, Antonio, grow a pair!” By the time she was done with her speech, she was out of breath.
