Page 50 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“Just find one. Just this one,”Nyx whispers.
I follow it, tasting the cool metallic taste on my tongue as I grab onto that thread for dear life, and then instead of pulling on it, I push. Shove. Throw.
Everything is black. I realize in the moment of concentration, I also closed my eyes. I gently open them and stare at Nyx, who is smirking at me in smug satisfaction.
“Well done, love,” he says.
I roll my eyes, hating the nickname he gave me as much as I hate it when he calls me snow wolf. But I did it. I pushed him out, at least for a moment. I can still feel his threads, and I know if he wanted to, he could easily wiggle his way back into my mind, but he won’t. He’ll let me have this win for a second.
My mind drifts over all the little traces of him still there. As much as I want to find all of them and work on getting those parts of him out as well, my mind is exhausted. I have no mental energy left to try again. And then there’s that other thread. The one that smells like evergreens and moonlight and…
I shake my head. I’ll deal with those threads in due course. For now, I did it.
My win is short-lived, though. I start to get a strange tingling in my body. It starts off as soft and then quickly builds until I want to throw up.
Dream, your dream, your dream, your dream…
I don’t know who is speaking the words. It’s not Nyx. It’s not any voice I know at all. The words feel more like a beat in my chest than in my mind at all.
I hold my hand over my mouth to keep from vomiting. “I…uh…dream. I need to tell you about my dream,” I force the words out. As soon as I do, a little of the tingling stops.
Nyx narrows his eyes on me as if realizing what’s happening. Then he looks around the room at the others. I’m unsure whether he prefers I speak with him in front of the others or in a more private setting, but I need him to hurry up before I actually puke.
“You can tell me later, whenever you’re ready,” he says.
I frown. “No, I need…” But all of a sudden, I don’t feel sweaty, my heart isn’t pounding out of my chest, and my stomach has settled.
“It’s the deal we struck. It can have some side effects that are a little too pushy until the magic truly believes you will honor the deal. Since we haven’t really spoken yet, it will be a bit more pushy. My granting you permission to speak to me later should help the symptoms subside for now.”
“What about you? Do you feel this way?”
“Yes.” Which means he has something to tell me, too.
Feeling everyone’s eyes on me, I say, “Let’s get it over with, but I prefer not to have an audience.”
Nyx nods, about to dismiss everyone, when suddenly, he goes still.
“What is it?” Sylara asks Nyx.
“We have an unexpected guest,” Nyx answers, looking at Sylara.
Sylara and Riven vanish. Brax and Talonis move into position on either side of me with Nyx in front, as if they are all willing to put their bodies between me and whatever danger is coming.
Suddenly, the sweat that just vanished is dripping down my neck, and I get the nausea feeling all over again. I stare at the door that leads into the gym, waiting. I’m sure they all know who is coming by now. They can smell them and hear them. But none of them clue me in.
Vampires?
Witches?
Ambrose?
I’m not ready to face him yet.Fuck, why would I rather deal with vampires than Ambrose?
Sylara and Riven appear, gripping the biceps of a male.
My eyes widen as I stare at him. It can’t be. I have to be dreaming.
“Kael?” I ask, not trusting my own eyes.
