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Authors: Elizabeth Rose
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don’t agree,” she said, pushing him away. “You play a dangerous game, my lord, of which you know nothing.”
“I knew enough to follow you when you left your body and the room.”
“You’ll remember nothing when you wake. It takes years of practice to have these instances embedded onto one’s waking mind.”
“Then play with me, Precious. You won’t have to face me in the morning, since as you say - I won’t remember.” He reached out and tilted her chin upwards. Her eyes closed in anticipation as his lips brushed across hers, sending a tingling vibration through her form.
“We can kiss, so I guess we can do more in this form . . . can’t we?”
She stiffened. She pushed away and looked to the ground.
“What is it you’re proposing we do, my lord?”
“You’ll be my wife in body tomorrow. I’d like you to be my wife in spirit also.”
She’d never made love in this form before. But other Dreamwalkers had told her it was so much more stimulating and satisfying than in the physical. Her curiosity was peaked. Her spirit was willing. But she couldn’t trust him. Didn’t want to trust him - in any form.
A loud thumping noise echoed in her head, and Drake looked around reaching for his sword, but it wasn’t there.
“We’re under attack,” he cried, and Brynn tried to tell him he was wrong. But her spirit whisked quickly through the cool air, dragging her back into her body. She landed with a jerk and sat upright, her eyes wide open.
The candles had burned out and there was no fire on the hearth. It was too dark to see. She flicked her wrist and the candles around the bed lit. Then with a few magical words, a full fledged fire appeared on the hearth. She could see him then.
Drake was lying prone on the bed. His physical body still looked asleep. Someone was pounding at the bedchamber door. He did nothing to respond. Her heart fluttered, her mind soared. Hadn’t he found his way back to his body? Re-entry was something that happened without one trying. The spirit always re-entered the body once the physical form was disturbed.
The pounding continued, and Brynn jumped to her feet. Then Drake’s body jerked on the bed and she knew by his deep gasp of air, he’d returned.
His eyes opened and he looked around, dazed. His gaze settled on her and he seemed as if he were trying to remember something, but couldn’t.
She cleared her throat and pointed at the door. “Someone knocks on the bedchamber door, my lord. Shall I bid them enter?”
“What?” He rubbed his head, then glanced at the door, finally understanding what she’d said. The pounding started up once again. “Who is it?” he called, reaching for his sword and swinging his feet over the side of the bed.
“My lord, it is your steward, Garrick.”
“Enter,” he called, jumping to his feet. He looked for his tunic, then realized she wore it. He grabbed one from a hook on the wall instead.
“My lord. I apologize for disturbing you.” Garrick looked at Brynn, then over to Drake pulling on his clothes. A smile lit up the man’s face.
Drake looked across the room towards Brynn. His eyes scanned her body, and a frown darkened his face. He looked very confused. “Nay. You aren’t disturbing anything, Garrick. Now what is it?”
Brynn’s heart jumped as she suddenly wondered if perhaps he could almost remember what happened. She hoped not.
“Your squire seems to be missing. I know ’tis early, but he was supposed to meet the priest this morning to go over the plans for your wedding.”
“Missing?” asked Drake. “I have no idea where he’s off to. ’Tis not like Asad to be late.”
Brynn once again cleared her throat and Drake gave her his attention.
“If I may?” she asked.
“Speak freely, my dear.”
“I do believe you’ll find him in the kitchen with a rather - voluptuous and randy kitchen maid.”
“Thank you, my lady.” Garrick looked back to Drake. “By your leave, sir?”
Drake nodded.
“I knew enough to follow you when you left your body and the room.”
“You’ll remember nothing when you wake. It takes years of practice to have these instances embedded onto one’s waking mind.”
“Then play with me, Precious. You won’t have to face me in the morning, since as you say - I won’t remember.” He reached out and tilted her chin upwards. Her eyes closed in anticipation as his lips brushed across hers, sending a tingling vibration through her form.
“We can kiss, so I guess we can do more in this form . . . can’t we?”
She stiffened. She pushed away and looked to the ground.
“What is it you’re proposing we do, my lord?”
“You’ll be my wife in body tomorrow. I’d like you to be my wife in spirit also.”
She’d never made love in this form before. But other Dreamwalkers had told her it was so much more stimulating and satisfying than in the physical. Her curiosity was peaked. Her spirit was willing. But she couldn’t trust him. Didn’t want to trust him - in any form.
A loud thumping noise echoed in her head, and Drake looked around reaching for his sword, but it wasn’t there.
“We’re under attack,” he cried, and Brynn tried to tell him he was wrong. But her spirit whisked quickly through the cool air, dragging her back into her body. She landed with a jerk and sat upright, her eyes wide open.
The candles had burned out and there was no fire on the hearth. It was too dark to see. She flicked her wrist and the candles around the bed lit. Then with a few magical words, a full fledged fire appeared on the hearth. She could see him then.
Drake was lying prone on the bed. His physical body still looked asleep. Someone was pounding at the bedchamber door. He did nothing to respond. Her heart fluttered, her mind soared. Hadn’t he found his way back to his body? Re-entry was something that happened without one trying. The spirit always re-entered the body once the physical form was disturbed.
The pounding continued, and Brynn jumped to her feet. Then Drake’s body jerked on the bed and she knew by his deep gasp of air, he’d returned.
His eyes opened and he looked around, dazed. His gaze settled on her and he seemed as if he were trying to remember something, but couldn’t.
She cleared her throat and pointed at the door. “Someone knocks on the bedchamber door, my lord. Shall I bid them enter?”
“What?” He rubbed his head, then glanced at the door, finally understanding what she’d said. The pounding started up once again. “Who is it?” he called, reaching for his sword and swinging his feet over the side of the bed.
“My lord, it is your steward, Garrick.”
“Enter,” he called, jumping to his feet. He looked for his tunic, then realized she wore it. He grabbed one from a hook on the wall instead.
“My lord. I apologize for disturbing you.” Garrick looked at Brynn, then over to Drake pulling on his clothes. A smile lit up the man’s face.
Drake looked across the room towards Brynn. His eyes scanned her body, and a frown darkened his face. He looked very confused. “Nay. You aren’t disturbing anything, Garrick. Now what is it?”
Brynn’s heart jumped as she suddenly wondered if perhaps he could almost remember what happened. She hoped not.
“Your squire seems to be missing. I know ’tis early, but he was supposed to meet the priest this morning to go over the plans for your wedding.”
“Missing?” asked Drake. “I have no idea where he’s off to. ’Tis not like Asad to be late.”
Brynn once again cleared her throat and Drake gave her his attention.
“If I may?” she asked.
“Speak freely, my dear.”
“I do believe you’ll find him in the kitchen with a rather - voluptuous and randy kitchen maid.”
“Thank you, my lady.” Garrick looked back to Drake. “By your leave, sir?”
Drake nodded.
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