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mentioned?” Spaceships whizzing around them in a laser fight. Right.
But Michael was serious. “Yes, if you look for them. If you want to see them. No columns, you’re not in the Agora. Means you’re lost in the dreamwaters. Means no one knows where you are. No one can help you.”
“Couldn’t you just wake up?”
Michael looked at her. “Try to wake up. Right now.”
She didn’t want this to end, wanted to stay with him longer, share the dream, but she was suddenly worried. “How?”
“Exactly. You don’t know yet. And there are people who can hold you under if you’re not strong enough. What would you do?”
She had no idea whatsoever. The thought that she couldn’t wake up when she wanted to was the most frightening thing she’d learned yet. “Point taken. I’ll stay in the Agora or in my own dreams. For now.”
He didn’t seem to like her answer. He hesitated, looking at her, then grabbed her shoulders and kissed her hard on the mouth. As soon as she tilted up into it— yes, more —he pulled away. “For now? God, Jordan. Don’t try anything without backup. Don’t cross anywhere.”
“But you do.” The marshal had said Michael followed psychotics and killers. “You cross dreams. You crossed into mine. Are you going to teach me how?”
“If I can, yeah. But you’re nowhere near ready. There are very bad people Darkside.”
“The ones you go after.”
“ Used to go after. I’ve had enough.” He shrugged, the frustration easing out of his expression. “I like recruiting now.”
Hmm. She didn’t want him going into any other woman’s dream. Made her grumbly inside. “You could be a marshal like that other guy.” Just a suggestion.
“Well, technically, I am one already. I’m just assigned to a different task force. Usually I work alone.”
Oh. She looked away to cover her disappointment. She’d been thinking how awesome it would be to go to sleep every night and find him here waiting for her. There were lots of things she wanted to try, and the first thing on her list required his participation.
But this was his job. She was his job.
The memory of their kiss tingled on her lips.
Well, not just his job, she hoped. He’d felt something, too. She had to cool her jets, was all. Infatuation was what this was—the excitement of all these firsts. All of them amazing. Out of everything the Rêve had to offer, his kiss had definitely been the best. She was pretty sure seconds were going to be better. And thirds.
She wanted to hurry up and take it slow at the same time. She’d never been with anyone like him. For good reason, probably. The crash when this ended was going to be brutal. But she didn’t care. Nope, not one bit.
“Okay, so what would you like to start with?” Michael had called up a lightpanel in front of the column and was flicking though the screens. “Did any of the Rêves Fawkes mentioned appeal to you?”
But Jordan’s attention was caught elsewhere. There was someone else walking toward them in the dark space between the columns. Another marshal?
“You pick,” she said to Michael as she took a step away to get a better look.
It was a kid.
His torn jeans and dirty shirt said he was tough, but he still had that childlike, almost girly smoothness to his face. No hormones going on yet, so maybe ten?
What the heck was he doing out in the middle of the Agora? A person had to be eighteen to be able to participate in shared dreaming. Marshal Fawkes wasn’t doing his job.
She bent her knees and leaned forward as he came close. “Hey, are you lost?”
The kid’s eyes filled with tears—poor little guy—and he drew a breath to speak. Michael would know what to do. She almost turned to get him, but the longer she looked at the boy, the less kidlike he appeared. His eyes seemed old and sick. Very sick. So not a kid.
“Jordan!” Michael roared.
The kid leapt on her, rolled them both in mid-air, and brought her down in a dizzy drop, straddling her
But Michael was serious. “Yes, if you look for them. If you want to see them. No columns, you’re not in the Agora. Means you’re lost in the dreamwaters. Means no one knows where you are. No one can help you.”
“Couldn’t you just wake up?”
Michael looked at her. “Try to wake up. Right now.”
She didn’t want this to end, wanted to stay with him longer, share the dream, but she was suddenly worried. “How?”
“Exactly. You don’t know yet. And there are people who can hold you under if you’re not strong enough. What would you do?”
She had no idea whatsoever. The thought that she couldn’t wake up when she wanted to was the most frightening thing she’d learned yet. “Point taken. I’ll stay in the Agora or in my own dreams. For now.”
He didn’t seem to like her answer. He hesitated, looking at her, then grabbed her shoulders and kissed her hard on the mouth. As soon as she tilted up into it— yes, more —he pulled away. “For now? God, Jordan. Don’t try anything without backup. Don’t cross anywhere.”
“But you do.” The marshal had said Michael followed psychotics and killers. “You cross dreams. You crossed into mine. Are you going to teach me how?”
“If I can, yeah. But you’re nowhere near ready. There are very bad people Darkside.”
“The ones you go after.”
“ Used to go after. I’ve had enough.” He shrugged, the frustration easing out of his expression. “I like recruiting now.”
Hmm. She didn’t want him going into any other woman’s dream. Made her grumbly inside. “You could be a marshal like that other guy.” Just a suggestion.
“Well, technically, I am one already. I’m just assigned to a different task force. Usually I work alone.”
Oh. She looked away to cover her disappointment. She’d been thinking how awesome it would be to go to sleep every night and find him here waiting for her. There were lots of things she wanted to try, and the first thing on her list required his participation.
But this was his job. She was his job.
The memory of their kiss tingled on her lips.
Well, not just his job, she hoped. He’d felt something, too. She had to cool her jets, was all. Infatuation was what this was—the excitement of all these firsts. All of them amazing. Out of everything the Rêve had to offer, his kiss had definitely been the best. She was pretty sure seconds were going to be better. And thirds.
She wanted to hurry up and take it slow at the same time. She’d never been with anyone like him. For good reason, probably. The crash when this ended was going to be brutal. But she didn’t care. Nope, not one bit.
“Okay, so what would you like to start with?” Michael had called up a lightpanel in front of the column and was flicking though the screens. “Did any of the Rêves Fawkes mentioned appeal to you?”
But Jordan’s attention was caught elsewhere. There was someone else walking toward them in the dark space between the columns. Another marshal?
“You pick,” she said to Michael as she took a step away to get a better look.
It was a kid.
His torn jeans and dirty shirt said he was tough, but he still had that childlike, almost girly smoothness to his face. No hormones going on yet, so maybe ten?
What the heck was he doing out in the middle of the Agora? A person had to be eighteen to be able to participate in shared dreaming. Marshal Fawkes wasn’t doing his job.
She bent her knees and leaned forward as he came close. “Hey, are you lost?”
The kid’s eyes filled with tears—poor little guy—and he drew a breath to speak. Michael would know what to do. She almost turned to get him, but the longer she looked at the boy, the less kidlike he appeared. His eyes seemed old and sick. Very sick. So not a kid.
“Jordan!” Michael roared.
The kid leapt on her, rolled them both in mid-air, and brought her down in a dizzy drop, straddling her
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