“Who are you?” Quintus yelled into the darkness. “What do you want from me?” He struggled against the ropes holding him down. “Let me go! Help! Somebody, please. Help me.”
“No one is coming to help you,” the being who had him pinned down said. “I want the one thing you took from me. Your life.” The being’s voice was thick and graveled, and its breath reminded Quintus of the smell surrounding Scott’s new property.
“Your soul was promised to me,” the being said.
“Why me? Who are you? What are you?” Quintus screamed out his questions to the darkness, hoping someone would hear him.
The voice sounded familiar, but Quintus couldn’t decipher who it was. Cold, clammy hands touched his chest. At first, it was light and then little by little the dark image applied pressure—pressing hard into his chest in. Quintus screamed and begged for the being to stop, but all they did was let out a blood-curdling cackle.
“Begone, you foul creature. Return to your master.”
Instantly, a bright light entered the room, causing the being to screech as it disappeared. With the being gone, Quintus was able to breathe and move. Quintus looked at the man who had saved him. He was glowing, with dark curly hair and deep brown eyes. His smile was calming, and it helped relaxed Quintus a bit, almost allowing him to forgetwhat had happened to him a few minutes earlier.
“Thank you,” Quintus whispered.
“It is I who should be thanking you.”
The man’s statement confused Quintus.
Why is a stranger thanking me?
“What for?”
“You’ve brought joy back into his life, young Quintus.”
“Who are you talking about? And how do you know my name?”
The stranger walked over to him and took one of his hands. “Thank you for loving him and giving him the gift, I could never have given to him.” He placed another hand to Quintus’s stomach. “You are worthy of his love, Quintus Wolfe. You are the mate I could have never been. You are and will be the greatest love in his life. I leave your heart in his care.”
Quintus gasped.
Scott’s dead lover.
“Alec?” he whispered.
“Go to Scott. He will shield you from your dreams.” He didn’t answer Quintus and started fading from his sight.
“What do you mean?” Quintus asked. But all he got was a smile, and then Alec was gone. “Hey, come back, how do I get out of here?”
Quintus snapped his eyes open and sat up in bed. Sweat coating his skin. He looked around and realized he was in his bedroom. He missed Scott and sleeping next to him at night. Sighing, he threw off the covers before he got out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. Turning on the lights, he walked over to the sink. Turning on the faucet, he let it run for a few seconds before dipping his hands under the cold water. Since that dream, he’d become a bit paranoid—needing to make sure the water wasn’t going to change colors before touching it. Bending down, he splashed water on his face, cooling himself down.
Pulling the towel off the rack, he started drying off his face. He stopped halfway, looking at his eyes. They showed evidence of how tired he felt. Since he began sleeping alone again, he’d been having dreams of shooting his father almost every night. But the dreams were different than what had happened that night. Each was becoming more terrifying, morphing to Quintus being the one to die and not his father.
Scott was right. I am a hypocrite. He knows nothing about what I did to Nathaniel. I want him to tell me about Alec, when I don’t have the right to know.
Quintus groaned when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his mouth watered. He swayed a bit as he hurried over to the toilet and emptied last night’s dinner his mother had forced him to eat, into the bowl. It had been happening for the past week. It was also getting harder for him to keep anything down before his stomach rebelled. Going back over to the sink, Quintus once again brushed his teeth.
His dream came back to him.
Did I really meet Scott’s dead lover?
Resting a hand on his stomach the way Alec had, he looked down at it in shock.
Did he tell me I was pregnant? Am I pregnant?
He went over all the symptoms he’d been having for a more than just a week. He was tired and needed naps during the day and couldn’t keep anything down. He also noticed certain smells made him sick.
The last one could be attributed to not being close to Scott for the last couple of days.Maybe I should ask Sirius to check me out to be sure.
