"Maybe, but even the untrustworthy would say that."
"Merry—"
She kissed me, just a light brush of lips against mine, and I lost my train of thought. Unlike the last dream, she was clothed. Her shirt was thin and light blue with delicate, skinny straps, and she wore matching shorts.
I completely forgot about clothing when her lips opened over mine and her tongue brushed against my mouth.
She settled against me, her body molding to mine, and the rest of the world, the fact that this was a dream, vanished.
Her hands moved over my chest and down. As her fingers slipped just under the edge of my shorts, something moved in the darkness of my room.
A figure.
I clasped a hand over her wrist. "Wait."
"What's wrong?"
"Someone's here."
Her body went rigid against mine. "Who?"
I stared into the shadows, but all I could make out was the faint shape of a man in the corner of the room. "I don't know. They're watching."
A thud echoed and the room vibrated.
"What was that?" she asked, fear creeping into her voice.
"I don't know."
I didn't have the power or skills that Ava possessed, but I knew how to reach out for another mind. I focused on the shadow as another pounding noise came and the bed shuddered beneath us. I reached out, aiming for the mind that I could sense on the edges of the dream, but it recoiled.
I had the impression of desperation, shock, and frustration before a huge boom resonated and the dream splintered and exploded around me.
I opened my eyes and stared up at the dark ceiling in my bedroom. My skin was still hot and my dick ached, but I was alone on the bed.
Merry.
I sat up and grabbed a t-shirt out of the dresser. Before I could rethink my decision, I pulled the cotton over my head as I opened my door. Moving silently, I went across the hall to Merry's room and cracked the door open.
She lay curled on her side, the blankets pulled up to her neck. There was no movement or anything to indicate that she'd been dreaming or that I'd woken her.
I waited a moment, casting out my mind and searching for the presence I'd sensed in my dream earlier.
Nothing. There was no one there. No trace of the shadow.
I pulled the door shut, careful not to make a sound, and turned to go back to my room. A large form stood to my left and, without thinking, I shot out a fist, catching Callum right in the face.
"Ow—"
I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and slapped my other over his mouth. "Quiet or you'll wake up Merry."
"Mphuncker," he mumbled.
I jerked my head toward the living room and released him. He followed me into the kitchen.
"What the fuck, Marcus?"
"Right back at you, Callum," I retorted. "We have a guest and you shouldn't be wandering around at night, trying to sneak up on either one of us."
