Page 35 of Dima's Vision
“Behind you,” she whispers again, and I don’t even take the time to think about why or how I can hear her.
My visions never have sound, and yet, I can hear her. Turning I come face to face with Maddigan. No. Maddigan’s soul. The part of him that can weaponize the gift he’s been given. I can’t see past the mask, but the person is small. Their featuresmove behind the soul mask, lips moving and yet I cannot hear them. Only Kristie.
The large ornate front door of the mansion opens, two men dressed in suits stepping out, guns raised at me. Or are they raised at White Kristie? I spin, eyes meeting White Kristie’s, blood blooming across her chest.
In my earlier recurring visions she would jerk and a silent scream would tear from her lips before I saw blood and fear. But here, she looks almost peaceful. Thankful.
A warm weight settles in my lap, the scent of my shampoo breaks through my thoughts as Kristie’s hair tickles my nose when she snuggles into me. My arms wrap around her, letting her ground me as my thoughts race.
“I saw,” she whispers, her breath tickling my neck where her face is nestled.
“What do you mean, you saw?”
“I dunno how all this kooky shit works. I was holding your hand, admiring your handsome as fuck face, then the next minute I was back in the garden of that damn mansion, watching you watch everyone else.”
“Did you call out to me?”
“Yeah. To get you to turn around.”
I’ve never once had a vision where I could hear voices. Although, I guess I also have never had a vision where the woman I love has them at the same time, from a different perspective, either.
“What did you see that was different from the last time?”
She takes a breath. “Well, those two goons that stepped out of the house. They weren’t there before. And I’m sure the last time that imposter of me was shot. This time she didn’t jerk.”
She’s right. I noticed that too.
“Other Me also didn’t look scared.”
“No,” I agree. “She looked almost peaceful.”
“Yeah,” Kristie whispers.
She snuggles deeper and I hold her tighter, almost impossibly so. I know we’ve only known each other a few days, but our souls have known each other a lot longer.
“I think we can change how this whole thing goes down,” she says, after a beat.
“How so?”
“I know those two goons. They just happen to be the last two on my list.”
Placing my hands on her shoulders I push her back so I can see her face. “Seriously?”
“Yup,” she pops the P. “Wanna help me get rid of them and then we’ll come share a shower and an orgasm?”
I grin, moving to stand with her in my arms, dropping my mouth to hers and greedily taking everything she will give me.
“Can you maybe not do that in a common area?”
Kristie tears her lips from mine with a growl. “Gabe, stop cock blocking me!”
“You don’t have a cock to block,” he says, leaning against the doorway, although I’m sure it’s more for support rather than nonchalance. The man looks rough.
“OK. Stop clam jamming me,” Kristie says haughtily, unwrapping her legs from my waist.
“Better.”
“We’re off to get rid of some bad guys. We’ll be back and I’ll hang a sock on the door. Might wanna put your headphones on if you wanna remain oblivious to my talents.” She winks at Gabe who screws up his face in disgust.
