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SLEEP WAS SO out of the question it might as well have been in another galaxy. I had tried everything at that point. I counted five-hundred-something sheep, I turned on Zumba and worked out. I even tried, with increasing desperation, taking a Tylenol PM. So, here I sat, with my third glass of wine on my balcony that overlooked a thick wooded area. One would think the woods would smell of pine and growing green things. Well, in Savannah everything smelled like the marsh.
Reid. Good lord that man was so, so, male . Just simply being close to him did things to me I didn’t really want to admit to myself. My vision had fogged over. I got up, ready to attempt the sleep thing when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.
I looked toward the wooded area. It was really only fifty or so yards away. Now, it could have been my alcohol-flooded perception, but the trees were swirling and there were two small lights peering at me through the moving mass. Were those eyes? Reflecting light? God, how drunk was I?
I shook my head to try to clear the cobwebs that seemed to set in. When I looked again the trees were still trying to tie-dye the night’s sky, but the small lights were gone. I set the wine glass down because clearly I was seeing things. I went to bed and this time everything blissfully faded to black.
Running. I was always running. I was so much faster this way. The scenery was a blur. How was I able to run this fast without going ass over foot? God, running like this was freeing, or it would be if I wasn't always being chased.
It was gaining on me. I had to keep running. If whatever was chasing me got me, I knew it would kill me. My heart wasn't just a drum. Well, not just any drum, but a drum solo from a rock concert. A blur of black streaked from my left, landing in front of me. I had to dart to the far right to dodge it. But, in doing so, I didn’t see the root of a large, live oak tree sticking out of the ground. My ass went flying over the ground and I rolled into a small grass-covered clearing. I heard what sounded like small soft footfalls coming toward me.
I shook my head to clear it and got up. If I was going to die, I was going to see who the hell was killing me. My brain could not process what my eyes were seeing. Before me stood an impossibly large wolf. It was so black it was almost blue. The moonlight gleamed off its dark pelt, making it seem less like fur and more like polished ebony.
It was snarling and growling at me. Spittle flew from its jaws as it snapped its teeth at me. My heart beat like a wild thing. I brought forth my lightning, pulling it directly from my core and focusing it to my hands. But, when I looked down toward my hands, they weren’t there. I saw white paws. Coming from the paws were sparks. From what I could see of the rest of my body, sparks were flying over all of me.
I shifted my gaze to the dark wolf in front of me. And I swear if a wolf’s eyes could widen, its eyes did. Waves of some scent hit me. Finally, I knew what the sour scent I had smelled was. It was fear. But, for once it wasn't my fear. A shift in the woods behind the wolf drew my briefest attention. There stood the silhouette of a man. A man I have known since I was a child. He never spoke in my dreams. He would chase me or just watch me, but he was always there.
I sat straight up in bed, my clothes smoked and once again Swiss cheesed. The air reeked of burnt feathers and ozone. I plopped back in bed, too exhausted to even deal with the weirdness that was that dream.
IT WAS 9:50 A.M. and I sat in my hot-as-hell POS, like the coward I was. Goddamn it, Delaney. I had to get my body, brain, and heart all on the same damned page because right now my body was on a whole other damned book . I can do this, I chanted in my head.
I opened the door just as my cell began to buzz. Crap, where was that damn phone? I could never keep up with that stupid thing. The display read Mil
SLEEP WAS SO out of the question it might as well have been in another galaxy. I had tried everything at that point. I counted five-hundred-something sheep, I turned on Zumba and worked out. I even tried, with increasing desperation, taking a Tylenol PM. So, here I sat, with my third glass of wine on my balcony that overlooked a thick wooded area. One would think the woods would smell of pine and growing green things. Well, in Savannah everything smelled like the marsh.
Reid. Good lord that man was so, so, male . Just simply being close to him did things to me I didn’t really want to admit to myself. My vision had fogged over. I got up, ready to attempt the sleep thing when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.
I looked toward the wooded area. It was really only fifty or so yards away. Now, it could have been my alcohol-flooded perception, but the trees were swirling and there were two small lights peering at me through the moving mass. Were those eyes? Reflecting light? God, how drunk was I?
I shook my head to try to clear the cobwebs that seemed to set in. When I looked again the trees were still trying to tie-dye the night’s sky, but the small lights were gone. I set the wine glass down because clearly I was seeing things. I went to bed and this time everything blissfully faded to black.
Running. I was always running. I was so much faster this way. The scenery was a blur. How was I able to run this fast without going ass over foot? God, running like this was freeing, or it would be if I wasn't always being chased.
It was gaining on me. I had to keep running. If whatever was chasing me got me, I knew it would kill me. My heart wasn't just a drum. Well, not just any drum, but a drum solo from a rock concert. A blur of black streaked from my left, landing in front of me. I had to dart to the far right to dodge it. But, in doing so, I didn’t see the root of a large, live oak tree sticking out of the ground. My ass went flying over the ground and I rolled into a small grass-covered clearing. I heard what sounded like small soft footfalls coming toward me.
I shook my head to clear it and got up. If I was going to die, I was going to see who the hell was killing me. My brain could not process what my eyes were seeing. Before me stood an impossibly large wolf. It was so black it was almost blue. The moonlight gleamed off its dark pelt, making it seem less like fur and more like polished ebony.
It was snarling and growling at me. Spittle flew from its jaws as it snapped its teeth at me. My heart beat like a wild thing. I brought forth my lightning, pulling it directly from my core and focusing it to my hands. But, when I looked down toward my hands, they weren’t there. I saw white paws. Coming from the paws were sparks. From what I could see of the rest of my body, sparks were flying over all of me.
I shifted my gaze to the dark wolf in front of me. And I swear if a wolf’s eyes could widen, its eyes did. Waves of some scent hit me. Finally, I knew what the sour scent I had smelled was. It was fear. But, for once it wasn't my fear. A shift in the woods behind the wolf drew my briefest attention. There stood the silhouette of a man. A man I have known since I was a child. He never spoke in my dreams. He would chase me or just watch me, but he was always there.
I sat straight up in bed, my clothes smoked and once again Swiss cheesed. The air reeked of burnt feathers and ozone. I plopped back in bed, too exhausted to even deal with the weirdness that was that dream.
IT WAS 9:50 A.M. and I sat in my hot-as-hell POS, like the coward I was. Goddamn it, Delaney. I had to get my body, brain, and heart all on the same damned page because right now my body was on a whole other damned book . I can do this, I chanted in my head.
I opened the door just as my cell began to buzz. Crap, where was that damn phone? I could never keep up with that stupid thing. The display read Mil
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