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Authors: Evelyn Glass
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Ghosts, Inspirational, Demons & Devils, Werewolves & Shifters
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an unaffected, lighthearted way. He turned his gaze away, letting the words sink into their thoughts. He replaced the book in the bag, shoving it in amongst the others. In the silence, the zipper loudly hissed.
As one, all three stood straight. Jay heaved the bag up, proffering it to the two. Thad and Marie eyed the bag, surreptitiously. Wariness glittered in their eyes. Both were wondering about the potential consequences, if one side or the other should catch them.
Jay didn't want to pressure them, but he shook the bag. The books would be safe with them; he knew it. “I wouldn't ask you two if I thought it could get either of you killed.”
Thad met Jay's eye first. Their gazes locked, the young man's eyebrows furrowed. He sought sincerity and truth in Jay's eyes, much like when Jay had required a horse. Thad nodded once, his jaw set in determination, and raised his hand to the bag's strap. Thad relieved Jay of his burden.
“Thank you, again.” Jay flashed Thad a smile as the young man shouldered the bag. Swinging his gaze to Marie, his eyebrows twitched upward a little, “Take care. Both of you.”
As one, Marie and Thad nodded. Before anything else could be said or done, howls lit through the air. They looked to the sky, honing in on the yowls. They weren't lycan warbles, just resident coyotes calling over the air. But it served as a reminder.
With great hesitation, the three exchanged final nods and smiles. Marie and Thad took off, down the riverbank before sloshing in the water and doubling back. Before they crossed his path again, Jay took off into the night. Together, he knew, Marie and Thad would be fine. Jay smiled to himself in relief. At least one couple could have a happy ending.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Jay opened his eyes, he found himself on his back, staring into a blue-streaked violet sky housing a full, white moon. His brows furrowed as he slowly sat up. The muscles in his back muttered dissent. Blue-green grass bit into the palm of his hands as he propped himself up. Blearily, he retraced his steps after leaving Marie and Thad.
He had raced home, avoiding the search teams. He had sent a text to all the Nameless Sentinels that the hunt was off. He labeled Marie as a defector, stating that she and the feral had been working together. There was no other reason for such a difficult trail.
Then he enjoyed the rest of his beer and hunkered down in bed. Wishfully, he had thought of Kristi and where they would be now, had circumstances been different.
With that realization sinking into his head, Jay's gaze darted around the landscape. To his right, the sound of falling water scraped into his ears. He didn't have to look to know what it was: the crystal cliff side ad waterfall from his first journey into the dreamscape.
To his left, warm yellow light spilled over the grass. His gaze flicked to the source, finding his – or a version of his– trailer, squatting under the stars. Somehow, his home seemed different. Possibly, thanks to the foreign backdrop – and a figure poking about the base of his trailer.
Jay's heart throbbed and his fingers dug into the dirt beneath him as he caught sight of a figure. Over the weeks, his brain had played tricks on him. Dreams cobbled together memories of Kristi. Her yellow eyes, her plump lips, her wild black hair. Yet, each time, something was slightly off: something she wore, the light hitting her eyes from an impossible angle, the way – when Jay reached out – he'd find no emotions from the dream-Kristi.
He could feel curiosity and frustration radiate from the figure by his trailer. As she passed shafts of light, her halo of black sucked in the light. Jay swallowed, hard and heavy. That was his Kristi.
Without thought, Jay scrambled to his feet and raced to the trailer. Fear gripped his thoughts. She could disappear right before his eyes, before they had a chance to talk. She could genuinely be
As one, all three stood straight. Jay heaved the bag up, proffering it to the two. Thad and Marie eyed the bag, surreptitiously. Wariness glittered in their eyes. Both were wondering about the potential consequences, if one side or the other should catch them.
Jay didn't want to pressure them, but he shook the bag. The books would be safe with them; he knew it. “I wouldn't ask you two if I thought it could get either of you killed.”
Thad met Jay's eye first. Their gazes locked, the young man's eyebrows furrowed. He sought sincerity and truth in Jay's eyes, much like when Jay had required a horse. Thad nodded once, his jaw set in determination, and raised his hand to the bag's strap. Thad relieved Jay of his burden.
“Thank you, again.” Jay flashed Thad a smile as the young man shouldered the bag. Swinging his gaze to Marie, his eyebrows twitched upward a little, “Take care. Both of you.”
As one, Marie and Thad nodded. Before anything else could be said or done, howls lit through the air. They looked to the sky, honing in on the yowls. They weren't lycan warbles, just resident coyotes calling over the air. But it served as a reminder.
With great hesitation, the three exchanged final nods and smiles. Marie and Thad took off, down the riverbank before sloshing in the water and doubling back. Before they crossed his path again, Jay took off into the night. Together, he knew, Marie and Thad would be fine. Jay smiled to himself in relief. At least one couple could have a happy ending.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When Jay opened his eyes, he found himself on his back, staring into a blue-streaked violet sky housing a full, white moon. His brows furrowed as he slowly sat up. The muscles in his back muttered dissent. Blue-green grass bit into the palm of his hands as he propped himself up. Blearily, he retraced his steps after leaving Marie and Thad.
He had raced home, avoiding the search teams. He had sent a text to all the Nameless Sentinels that the hunt was off. He labeled Marie as a defector, stating that she and the feral had been working together. There was no other reason for such a difficult trail.
Then he enjoyed the rest of his beer and hunkered down in bed. Wishfully, he had thought of Kristi and where they would be now, had circumstances been different.
With that realization sinking into his head, Jay's gaze darted around the landscape. To his right, the sound of falling water scraped into his ears. He didn't have to look to know what it was: the crystal cliff side ad waterfall from his first journey into the dreamscape.
To his left, warm yellow light spilled over the grass. His gaze flicked to the source, finding his – or a version of his– trailer, squatting under the stars. Somehow, his home seemed different. Possibly, thanks to the foreign backdrop – and a figure poking about the base of his trailer.
Jay's heart throbbed and his fingers dug into the dirt beneath him as he caught sight of a figure. Over the weeks, his brain had played tricks on him. Dreams cobbled together memories of Kristi. Her yellow eyes, her plump lips, her wild black hair. Yet, each time, something was slightly off: something she wore, the light hitting her eyes from an impossible angle, the way – when Jay reached out – he'd find no emotions from the dream-Kristi.
He could feel curiosity and frustration radiate from the figure by his trailer. As she passed shafts of light, her halo of black sucked in the light. Jay swallowed, hard and heavy. That was his Kristi.
Without thought, Jay scrambled to his feet and raced to the trailer. Fear gripped his thoughts. She could disappear right before his eyes, before they had a chance to talk. She could genuinely be
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