“Luckily, Kas left before we found her.”
“No way am I letting that selfish bitch take this demon down.” Usually Asmo is a lazy prick and doesn’t like doing work. I’m kind of glad Kas came in and lit a fire under his ass.
“Mara doesn’t sound familiar,” I say.
“We should update Lucifer,” Asmo says, and I nod my head. Keeping secrets from the devil is one way to have your soul ripped apart.No fucking thank you.I have too much to look forward to. Like a little witch I have devious plans with.
This night went far better than I could have imagined. I’ve found a new toy and the first real piece of information that will get me closer to shutting this demon down.
I can’t help it when a smile takes over my face when I portal back to the bungalow.
It’s late, nearly one a.m. when I finally rest my head. I don’t need many hours of sleep, but with my corporeal body, I need some rest.
As soon as I’m completely under, a dream sequence starts. Which is odd because I never dream, I only walk in other people’s dreams.
Ah, it must be what Blair put in my drink. She didn’t want me to forget about her, did she? She’s wearing black lingerie, tattoos I can’t decipher on her body. I can only visually see the parts of her I have seen in person. The rest is up to my imagination.
She curls her finger at me to direct me to come and sit on the couch with her. Blair doesn’t speak, which isn’t surprising. It’s my subconscious she’s in. Blair doesn’t actually have the ability to dream walk. I’ve only met other demons who have this skill, mostly ones with my similartastes.
Knowing the little witch spelled me to dream of her does something to me I haven’t felt in a very long time. Usually I’m just interested in fucking, using the body that they present me with and moving on. The energy and ferocity of sexual encounters fuels me, and I want to take what she’s willing to give. But right now, with this sexy siren in front of me, I have other plans.
I cup her jaw in my dream and kiss her cheek. “If we’re going to fuck, babe, it’s not going to be in a dream. Maybe I might pay you a little visit, huh?”
Dream Blair just smiles at me. I’ve never had someone visit me in my sleep. I don’t like the dullness of it. I think it’s time I visit Blair in her dream and give her a taste of her own medicine.
It doesn’t take me long to find her, fortunately she’s asleep. I concentrate as I invade her subconscious.
Her dream is a nightmare.
I watch as they levitate her body in the air. The forest thick around us as other witches chant. She screams piercingly loud and falls to the ground. In the next moment, her dream whirls and we’re now inside of her bedroom. She lies on the bed in the fetal position, not crying but her body shakes.
This isn’t the type of dream I was thinking I was going to stumble upon. I contemplate making myself known, and take care in the fact that most people don’t remember their dreams, so I decide to insert myself.
“Blair?” I say as I go and sit on her bed.
“Seriously, I’m dreaming of you right now?” she groans.
“What happened tonight?”
“Nothing worth mentioning,” she says, shifting on the bed. Her eyes are red, and I think she’s been crying.
“It didn’t look like anything not worth mentioning.”
“You saw?” she asks as she plays with her comforter.
“Only a small part.”
“Stevie is the only one who cares about me, Dax. You might as well cut and run now. I’m apparently a fucking bitch who isn’t worth marrying and my coven wants nothing to do with me either.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her.
“Why?”
I ignore her question because I’m not even sure why we’re so drawn together. “If you need help with your coven, I can help.”
“They’re going to pay. I just need to figure out how.”
“They were trying to hurt you?” I ask with a furrowed brow.
