Author: Aileen Erin
Category: Paranormal
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This was why people cut themselves off from love. This was it. I knew it. It was worse than anything I’d ever felt and I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the images changed.
I blinked and we were back in Imogene’s room. It was a sty, as always. Clothes piled everywhere. Clean mixed with dirty.
She was putting on her gold necklace; Dastien had given it to her and it had triggered a vision for me once. Now I wanted to rip it from her throat.
I moved toward her, lunging for the gold chain, but the image shifted again, and suddenly she wasn’t there.
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A moan had me turning around.
They were in her bed. They were…they were…they were…
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“Wake up!” Claudia said.
I blinked. I was sobbing so hard I couldn’t catch a breath. The pain—the heartbreak—was still there. Lingering. I couldn’t shake it free.
“You have to calm down or you’re going to make yourself si—”
She didn’t have to finish that sentence. I ran to the toilet just in time to throw up.
When I stopped, I washed my face. I looked at my reflection. My skin was usually pale, but now it looked ghostly.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. I didn’t know what was going on, but I didn’t like it. “I’ve never had such vivid dreams before. I could smell her perfume. I could smell her…as he kissed her. I can’t…” I took a breath. “God. I thought since I was a Were, I wouldn’t get sick anymore, but I think I might throw up again.”
Claudia reached out to me. “Let’s get you back in bed.”
I shook my head. The thought of going back to that room made me even more queasy. “No. I can’t go back in there. I don’t trust my dreams. I can’t take it.”
“Fine. Then come to my bed.”
Seriously? I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea. What if I got visions in her bed? I was already a mess… “I’ve never slept in a bed with anyone other than Dastien.” It sounded lame, but it was the best excuse that I could come up with.
“Don’t worry. I have a queen-sized bed, and I’m not going to try and steal your virtue.” She winked. “Come on.” She pulled me toward her room, and I let her.
It was a nice room. A large bookcase took up one wall. I looked through it and saw mostly classics. All of them were vintage. The smell of vanilla wafted from the pages and they made me wish I could really enjoy an old book instead of buying new all the time.
“Pretty good stuff you’ve got here.”
She hmmed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to bed.” She climbed into her big, four-poster bed. It had way too many pillows. So many that when I got in, my feet nearly fell off the end. Quite an accomplishment for someone as short as me.
“One thing.” She leaned over me. Her lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. She traced a knot over my forehead with her pointer finger. “There. You’ll sleep well now.”
“You think?”
She nodded. “It’s a protection spell. It’s something my mom used to do to me when I was having a hard time sleeping.”
“Did you have nightmares as a kid?”
“A lot. But not so much anymore. And I never had one so bad that it made me throw up.”
“Yeah. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” I didn’t know what else to say. It was already a little embarrassing that she’d seen me in such a state. But she was family. Even if I felt like I was only just starting to get to know her.
I rolled over and tried to think happy thoughts.