“I’ll tell you after you dream-walk to Miriam and report back what she said.”
Seriously?
“I don’t know how. I can’t Somnivado. She’s dead. I can’t Intraverso because I wasn’t alive then. Which leaves the two types of dream-walking I’ve only accomplished by accident.”
“This might help.” She handed me a piece of paper.
I opened it.
At the very top, in messy scrawl, was the nameMiriam, followed by her attributes, likes and dislikes, physical features, and random facts about her station in Heaven.
“Where did you get this?”
“That’s another question I’m not answering. Drill that into your head before your next dream-walk, and if you tell me what she says, I’ll tell you what the description was.”
I didn’t trust her, and I wasn’t going to just listen to her. I’d find my own way to Miriam, and I’d report back only what benefited me.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a smug piece of work?”
She laughed. “Only you. See you soon.”
The moment she left, I woke up in bed next to Oliver. He must’ve carried me over.
I glanced over my shoulder at Aspen, and my stomach dropped.
He wasn’t there.
Neither was Rune.
“Aspen?” I called over Oliver’s snores.
No answer.
Scrambling out of the covers, I yelled for Oliver to wake up.
“Dawn’s ass isn’t the crack I want,” he groaned, shifting into my vacated spot and snuggling into my leftover warmth.
I ran into the bathroom, the closet, the sitting area, calling for Aspen.
Nothing.
“Oliver! Aspen’s gone!”
My heart pounded against my ribs and threatened to cave beneath the weight crushing it.
Wouldn’t I know if something had happened to him?
No.
The guardian bond only knew if he was in trouble through his emotions, which he was blocking.
“What do you mean he’s gone? He was just—Fuck.”
Rustling sounded in the bedroom. Oliver came out in a pair of boxers.
“You don’t think he?—”
His terrifying question cut off at a knock on the door.
