He carefully wiped all expression from his face, making me more nervous than if he’d yelled again.“Before I explain, describe to me this ‘blondie’ you mentioned.What exactly happened to you?”
Tension rose in the room like a blazing bonfire.
“It’s a little complicated,” I hedged, not wanting to delve into my odd ability to dream about certain events that came true.Only crazy people thought they could see the future.Though in this case, a psycho blond guy had mauled me in the present.So were my dreams now becoming real?Oh my gosh, could I now make stuff happen?
I concentrated, but Darius didn’t smile or compliment me.And no one showed up on my door with a million-dollar check.So no on making things happen, I guessed.
He continued to stare at me.
“You won’t believe me.”
“Try me.”His dark eyes blazed, and I felt a sudden compulsion to tell him everything.I’ll believe you.
I blinked.He couldn’t have just said that.His mouth remained closed, yet I could have sworn I’d heard his voice.
I’m not lying.
That had definitely been his voice.I tried to make sense of it all.Glancing up at him, I studied his towering frame.I should have felt apprehensive around a guy this hot and menacing.Because yeah, he radiated anger as much as he radiated sex appeal, and I’d never been one to enjoy bad boys.
Yet being around him, I felt safe.
Maybe I was finally losing it.
Chapter12
Samantha
Normal people didn’t visualize the future, didn’t hear voices, and sure as hell didn’t see demonic figures that hurt them in real life.
I rubbed my eyes.Maybe the stress of dealing with last night’s unbelievably spectacular sex had shattered what remained of my sanity.
“Tell me, Samantha,” Darius said again in a firm but quiet voice.
I sighed.“Fine.But I warn you, it sounds crazy.I, well, I sometimes dream of things that come true.”
He frowned.“Come true?”
He’s going to make me say it.I gritted my teeth then explained, “I dream the future.”
Instead of calling me out for being unstable, he nodded.
Surprised yet pleased, I described the dream in detail, leaving nothing out.He remained silent throughout my tale, staring at me with his fathomless gaze.I added the last, most uncomfortable part.“And right when he was about to kiss me, you knocked on the door.I honestly don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.”I frowned.“What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer.Instead, he sat down beside me on the bed and reached out to stroke my throat.His fingers felt overly warm, brushing my skin like the fluttering of butterfly wings, simultaneously easing the constriction on my throat while stoking the flames of desire he’d so easily stirred last night.
I felt my face flame and thought I saw an answering heat flare in his eyes.How easy it would be to lean forward and kiss that skilled mouth of his.
God, had it only been last night?
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to scoot back, needing to preserve what small sense of self I had left.
He hadn’t said it yet, but I waited for him to tell me I should see a therapist.Or worse, check myself into a mental health facility.
“Samantha, it isn’t safe for you here.”
“What?”
“I want you to come with me.”
