I felt heat wash through my face. “Have I what?”
“Have you stayed away from each other, Seren?”
“Motherfucking Demon!” Kill cursed again.
“I have not willingly visited Star,” I said.
“Oh, fuck this,” Kill growled. “Don't play word games, Twilight. Just fucking say it.”
“Falcas, I need you to leave now, please. This is about to get too intimate for you to hear.”
Tiernan didn't say anything, just kept his silver stare on me.
Falcas nodded. “Yes, Mother. I'll see if I can help Grandmother.” He left the library.
“What have you done, Seren?” Tiernan asked as soon as Fal was gone.
“I've been dreaming of him,” I admitted.
Killian's furious expression went blank. “Say what?”
“I've been having dreams of Star.” I grimaced. “Vivid dreams.”
“That's . . . all right, that doesn't make me feel great, but they're just dreams, right?”
“No, Killian, I don't believe they are.” Tiernan gave me a prompting look. “Are they, Seren?”
“Okay, you need to stop speaking to me like that. You're sounding very patronizing, and it's infuriating.”
“My manner is infuriating?” Tiernan frowned. “I see. Well, forgive me, my love. How should I behave when my wife tells me she's having sex dreams about another man?”
“Sex dreams?” Killian growled. “Is that what they are?”
I rubbed a hand over my face.
“Gods damn it, Seren!” Kill shook his head. “How long has this been going on?”
“Eight months, I would imagine,” Tiernan said.
“Tiernan, this isn't you. Something's wrong.” I took his hand.
He intertwined his fingers with mine. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I'm finally accepting what I've been sensing. I know the only way for us to move past this is to be honest with each other. So, has it been eight months?”
I stared at him.
“Dude, she's right. You're acting weird. Like, weirder than normal,” Kill said. “But we'll deal with that later. Right now, answer the question, Seren.”
“Yes, it's been eight months. And Star has been sharing the dreams.”
Tiernan released my hand.
“What the fuck did you just say to me, Twilight?” Killian's eyes turned a brighter shade of green, and his slim snake fangs popped down from the roof of his mouth. “He's sharing your dreams? Does that mean they're more than dreams?”
“I can't control them, Kill. So, no, I don't think they're more than dreams. And I didn't tell any of you about them because there was nothing to be done. I thought they'd stop.”
“But it's been eight months. How long were you going to let this go on before you told us?” Tiernan asked.
“I'm sorry. You're right. I should have told you. I just . . . I'm tired of this. It's been so long. And I'm scared. I feel horribleall the time. I don't want to argue about Astaroth anymore. I don't want to see doubt and accusation in your faces. I didn't tell you because I knew it would make me feel alone again. Like it's all of you against me.”
