She nibbles her bottom lip, and the urge to kiss her until she moans nearly wrecks me.
As if she senses what I’m thinking, her gaze on me sharpens. Her breath catches.
She blinks. “Teach me.”
I stare at her, processing what she just said. “Teach you what I do?”
“Yes.” Her gaze drops. “If it will help you, yes.”
“No,” I say quietly, firmly.
Her eyes lift, brows pinched. It’s adorable.
Oh, she’s so cute when she’s angry. Make her angrier. Maybe she’ll kiss us.
But she doesn’t kiss me, which is disappointing. “Why not?”
“Because what I do is dangerous. It’s taken me years to learn how to pacify the dreams without getting hurt.”
“Perfect.”
“How is that perfect?”
“Because that means you’ll easily be able to teach me how to do it.”
I laugh. “I’m not teaching you this, Chelsea.”
“You can’t work. You lost too much blood.”
“I’ll be fine.”
I start to sit up, and a wave of lightheadedness hits me. Hard. The room starts to spin, and Chelsea’s hands are on me again, pushing me back down.
“I’m not lying. You need to rest.”
She’s right, dammit. You can’t sift nightmares, Eryx.
I have to.
No. But she can,Nightmare coaxes.She can do your job.
She can’t.
Why are you fighting it so much? Let me out. Let me slip into her. Just a bit. She can take me.
Are you talking about magic?
Of course I am. What did you think I meant?
Never mind.
Chelsea watches me a moment. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
“Let me get something for you.”
She starts to rise, and I grab her hand. “No. Stay.”
