Page 35 of Death Warden
“One can only hope.”
Ouch.
He looked abashed. “You must think I’m awful.”
“No. I think you’re doing what you can to meet your responsibilities.” My hand went to the amulet around my neck. “That’s all any of us can do.”
He tracked the movement. “Why do I get the impression there’s a lot you haven’t told us?”
“Because there is. There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”
I’d told him and the girls about my abilities, but not why I was really here. They didn’t have a clue about the threat I was keeping at bay.
He nodded. “I’d like to get the chance to hear about it. We can talk at breakfast tomorrow.”
I glanced at Fin. “I can’t leave him.”
“Then I’ll bring breakfast to you.”
There was something safe and calm about Logan that set my nerves at ease. “Thank you. I’d like that.”
He stood and sighed again. “I best go and call Chrissy and make nice.” The door closed behind him, and I kicked off my shoes and climbed into bed beside Fin.
Although he was in male form, there was no doubt, no awkwardness in curling up beside him. His body was warm, his breathing a little deeper and even now. I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to take me.
I walk through a mist,boots slapping the ground, urgency and excitement churning in my chest. It’s time. I’m finally going to claim what’s mine.
The house lies up ahead. Dark and silent.
I can feel the power emanating from it.
My power.
MINE.
Anger rages through me like a flash fire. Gone too soon and replaced by ice-cold resolution.
Wrought iron gates appear to my left. A wide driveway and a house nestled far back. Three stories of graystone.
I know this house.
It’s my house.
I lived here.
My thoughts pull me out of the dream body I’m occupying to leave me hovering in the air behind it.
A male, tall with broad shoulders, strides toward my childhood home, but his body seems to mist and lose form as he walks.
Dread grips my senses and I know without a shadow of a doubt that this man brings death.
I wakewith a gasp to find myself wrapped in naked arms, pressed to a smooth chest speckled with hair.
“Hush, I have you,” Fin says.
I nestle into him, fingers splaying across his velvet skin as the dregs of the dream, the awful, stomach-churning dread, melts away, taking the details of the dream with it.
“You were having a nightmare,” Fin says.
