confidence
and made him doubt where his path lay. It was a new experience for him. He had
always known the military was his road to travel and now that it was gone he
wasn’t sure what to do.
But Fiona needed him right now and deep down he was still
the same man who jumped in feetfirst without worrying about the danger and the
consequences.
First thing in the morning he was going to pay his granny
another visit. He had a feeling she knew more than she was telling him. Plus he
needed to be sure it was okay for him to take Fiona to her.
Even if Fiona wasn’t going to acknowledge it, she needed
help. There was something going on here. That much was obvious to him. He
didn’t look too closely at why it was obvious, he just knew. Call it
experience, call it training. But he had enough missions in his life to trust
his instincts.
He didn’t think Granny would mind talking to her but he
didn’t want to assume it and have her be upset with him. It never paid to have
Granny pissed at him.
Trent shifted and rolled to his back. Fiona turned to him
and laid her head on his shoulder. Her hair spread out over his chest and he
ran his fingers through it. It was soft and silky and he played with it gently
until he finally drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
Fiona slept late. It had always taken a lot out of her when
she used her power as she had last night. What scared her was that she didn’t
remember doing it. It had never happened before.
Something was taking over her dreams and she was helpless to
stop it.
She rolled over in bed and noticed that Trent was no longer
next to her. The pillow was cold but she could still smell him on the fabric.
She lay staring at the ceiling. Soon snippets of the
nightmare came back to her. It had almost been like watching a movie.
Fiona strained, trying to remember what had happened. There
had been a woman, blonde and pretty, walking down a darkened street alone. She
had been carrying a briefcase and her steps had been weary.
Fiona sucked in a deep breath as the scene played out. She
felt a presence, something dark and evil that had made the hairs on the back of
her neck stand up. Whatever was out there it was stalking the blonde woman.
The woman turned a corner into a pitch-black alley and Fiona
shook her head. No, no, don’t go that way!
But it was too late. The creature looked like a man, a
beautiful man, but she knew the truth. He came up behind the woman silently and
gripped her around the waist. She struggled briefly until he soothed her and
she went limp against him.
Fiona watched from someplace far away as his pearly fangs
sank into her neck. The woman moaned and her back arched as he sucked the life
out of her.
When he was finished he let the woman slide down his body to
the ground. Then he seemed to look directly at Fiona with deep-red eyes. He
smiled and wiped the blood from his mouth.
Fiona screamed and jerked herself out of her memories
abruptly.
It might have only been a dream but it still terrified her.
Getting out of bed, she headed for the shower and a day of
writing. When she got downstairs she found coffee already made for her and a
note from Trent on the counter. He had gone to see his grandmother and would be
back later in the afternoon to see her.
She didn’t want to feel so happy that he would be back but
she couldn’t help it. She tried not to look closely at how nice it was to have
someone do something for her. Lord, she was starved for affection if something
as simple as making her coffee had her going all mushy inside.
She took her mug into her office and booted up her laptop.
Bringing up a browser, she almost choked on her mouthful of coffee at the
headline of the day.
Woman murdered late last night . Fiona doubted it
could be related to her dream but she clicked on it anyway. She scanned the
article and read that Missy Jayne, twenty-eight, had been heading home from her
law office last night when she was attacked and killed in an alley not far from
her
and made him doubt where his path lay. It was a new experience for him. He had
always known the military was his road to travel and now that it was gone he
wasn’t sure what to do.
But Fiona needed him right now and deep down he was still
the same man who jumped in feetfirst without worrying about the danger and the
consequences.
First thing in the morning he was going to pay his granny
another visit. He had a feeling she knew more than she was telling him. Plus he
needed to be sure it was okay for him to take Fiona to her.
Even if Fiona wasn’t going to acknowledge it, she needed
help. There was something going on here. That much was obvious to him. He
didn’t look too closely at why it was obvious, he just knew. Call it
experience, call it training. But he had enough missions in his life to trust
his instincts.
He didn’t think Granny would mind talking to her but he
didn’t want to assume it and have her be upset with him. It never paid to have
Granny pissed at him.
Trent shifted and rolled to his back. Fiona turned to him
and laid her head on his shoulder. Her hair spread out over his chest and he
ran his fingers through it. It was soft and silky and he played with it gently
until he finally drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
Fiona slept late. It had always taken a lot out of her when
she used her power as she had last night. What scared her was that she didn’t
remember doing it. It had never happened before.
Something was taking over her dreams and she was helpless to
stop it.
She rolled over in bed and noticed that Trent was no longer
next to her. The pillow was cold but she could still smell him on the fabric.
She lay staring at the ceiling. Soon snippets of the
nightmare came back to her. It had almost been like watching a movie.
Fiona strained, trying to remember what had happened. There
had been a woman, blonde and pretty, walking down a darkened street alone. She
had been carrying a briefcase and her steps had been weary.
Fiona sucked in a deep breath as the scene played out. She
felt a presence, something dark and evil that had made the hairs on the back of
her neck stand up. Whatever was out there it was stalking the blonde woman.
The woman turned a corner into a pitch-black alley and Fiona
shook her head. No, no, don’t go that way!
But it was too late. The creature looked like a man, a
beautiful man, but she knew the truth. He came up behind the woman silently and
gripped her around the waist. She struggled briefly until he soothed her and
she went limp against him.
Fiona watched from someplace far away as his pearly fangs
sank into her neck. The woman moaned and her back arched as he sucked the life
out of her.
When he was finished he let the woman slide down his body to
the ground. Then he seemed to look directly at Fiona with deep-red eyes. He
smiled and wiped the blood from his mouth.
Fiona screamed and jerked herself out of her memories
abruptly.
It might have only been a dream but it still terrified her.
Getting out of bed, she headed for the shower and a day of
writing. When she got downstairs she found coffee already made for her and a
note from Trent on the counter. He had gone to see his grandmother and would be
back later in the afternoon to see her.
She didn’t want to feel so happy that he would be back but
she couldn’t help it. She tried not to look closely at how nice it was to have
someone do something for her. Lord, she was starved for affection if something
as simple as making her coffee had her going all mushy inside.
She took her mug into her office and booted up her laptop.
Bringing up a browser, she almost choked on her mouthful of coffee at the
headline of the day.
Woman murdered late last night . Fiona doubted it
could be related to her dream but she clicked on it anyway. She scanned the
article and read that Missy Jayne, twenty-eight, had been heading home from her
law office last night when she was attacked and killed in an alley not far from
her
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