My confusion only grew when Devlin growled, “I’m going to fucking kill Reese.”
Was I floating? I must’ve been. Why else would I feel so weightless? Plus, I was pretty sure I was moving. It wasn’t the hard jarring of steps I was used to doing, but more of a glide or drift. Like a cloud making its way slowly across the sky. It was kind of nice.
Typically, I wasn’t graceful at all. Unless I counted falling up the stairs—which, as far as I was concerned, took talent to accomplish. Mind you, I could dance. Maybe I was dancing? No. Hip hop didn’t make someone’s arms flow through the air like this.
Coolness tickled across my skin as the scent of jasmine and something else filled my nostrils. I heard an owl call out a piercing predatory shriek as the image of brown speckled feathers flashed through my mind. I could see his neck twist while he spread his wings wide, diving to snatch an unsuspecting mouse off the ground.
Was I the owl? No, that didn’t feel right. I wouldn’t be moving through the air like this if I had wings. Maybe I wasn’t flowing through the air at all? Maybe the air was flowing through me?
That would explain the tingling sensation pulsing across my skin. Had I become part of the wind? How cool would that be?
No more assholes telling me what to do, or scheduled meetings. I wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than blowing across the earth at my own pace. And nothing would be able to stop me.
The wind was inevitable. Not even Devlin and his stupid dungeon would be able to contain me. I’d brush right past that asshole with a smile on my face.
This was the best dream ever.
“Put her over there.”
This was a dream, wasn’t it? Because that voice sounded familiar, and not in a good way. In fact, I was pretty sure I hated that voice. Why would my subconscious put Angus in here?
“I know where to put her.”
I didn’t like that voice either. At least, I didn’t think I did. I hit it with a book earlier.
“I should’ve desecrated the damn altar.”
I definitely didn’t like that voice. Fuck Devlin and his stupid altar.
Wait…
What did he mean by altar? What kind of dream was this?
Angus’s annoyed tone rumbled through the air. “Stop talking nonsense.”
“It’s not nonsense,” Devlin shot back. “We can’t do this stupid ritual if there’s no altar.”
My brows pulled together as I began to float down.
Rituals and altars? Who talked like that? I’d been placed with a couple of religious families, and some of the stuff they did seemed pretty ritualistic. Like baptisms and nightly prayers, but they never referred to them as actual rituals.
Leave it to pompous Angus and his asshole sons to use a word like that. Next thing, they’d be calling jeans trousers.
Oh, maybe I was in England?
“I suggest you stop whining, son, and get ready. The moon will only be up for another four hours.”
What did the moon have to do with anything?
“Good,” Devlin snapped. “Maybe we’ll miss it.”
“And you’ll be right where you are tomorrow.” Angus sighed.
“I don’t understand why you’re making me do this.”
What was Angus making Devlin do? He sounded pretty annoyed about it. I wished I could see what was happening. I’d like to side with Angus. But I didn’t think they’d be too happy about my eavesdropping. Then again… you couldn’t see the wind. Meaning it couldn’t hurt to get a little closer. All I had to do was gather the air around me and burst forward.
“Jesus Christ, Reese,” Devlin growled. “Watch what you’re doing.”
