Megans Mark (Breeds 6) - Page 85

"I've been trying to finish early. I guess I pushed too hard tonight. "

"I would say you have. " His voice was filled with disapproval. "I'll call your father tomorrow and have him check on you. . . "

"No. " She winced at the fear in her voice. Her parents would only worry, and would realize she had been lying about her ability to handle the strength of the emerging talents. "I promise I'm fine. Dad will just worry. You know how he and Mom are. I'll see the medic in the morning , I promise. " She would have promised anything at that point.

"Very well. " He, finally sighed in resignation. "But I will be calling the medic for sure. Make sure you check in with him. "

She nodded gratefully. "I promise. " She drew in a long deep breath as she gave Mac a wry smile. "I'm just exhausted. I'm going to go on to my room now. "

"Of course. " He nodded, his eyes watching her warmly. "I'll watch you down the hall to make certain you have no further problems. Be careful, Megan. "

She nodded before turning to walk away.

Remember me. . . She almost stopped at the demand that ripped through her head. Another's thought, a split second demand that she wasn't even certain she had felt.

She bit her lip, confident that it would be gone soon. It was already dissipating, the last lingering sensation of sadness, of grief, before it was gone.

As she rounded the hallway, she stopped in shock.

She had been certain that one small event in her life meant nothing. A moment in time. A coincidence. Until the dream shifted and she looked

up and saw the bullet-ridden SUV in the gully and the young man at the wheel. The pictures from the computer flashed before her mind then.

Mark and Aimee. The same couple she had seen with Senator Cooley.

"Megan, God dammit, I said wake up. "

Megan came awake with a gasp, shaking in Braden's grip as she realized she was standing in the middle of her bedroom floor, naked, shuddering with cold as she stared up at him in shock.

She breathed in harshly, great, gulping breaths, as though she were starved for oxygen. Her head bounced on her shoulders.

"Stop. " She tried to raise her hands, pressing against his abdomen rather than his chest as the shaking stopped and she stared back at him in shock. "What are you doing?"

"What the hell were you doing?" He snarled down at her fiercely. "You get out of the bed muttering about training and exhaustion only to start jerking as though someone were stealing your breath. I barely caught you before you fell to the floor. "

She shook her head, trying to remember. She had to remember the dream. She bit her lip as he dragged her back to the bed and wrapped the quilt around her shuddering body.

"What the hell were you dreaming about, Megan?"

Dreams. No, not a dream, a memory. She frowned as disjointed images flipped through her mind.

"I don't know. " She shook her head, putting her hand to her forehead as the images tried to solidify. Faces. Closed. Eyes. Dead eyes. Without hope. Without freedom.

Remember me.

She flinched as the voice resonated through her head. The sensation, an animal's pain, a young woman's scream.

She raised her eyes to Braden, seeing the concern in his gaze as he hunched before her, his hands rubbing at her arms as she blinked in shock.

"I've seen them. " She stared back at him in horror. "Oh my God, Braden. I have seen them. " She stumbled to her feet, batting away his hands as she tripped on the blanket and fell against him.

"Megan, calm down. " His harsh order, the whiplash of his voice had her stilling, but her mind was still in chaos.

"Let me go. " She shook her head fiercely. "I have to dress. I have to see those pictures again. The ones you showed me before. "

"Mark and Aimee? His tone was sharper now.

She nodded jerkily, her mind racing as she fought to pull together the dream. Most of it was still fuzzy, but she remembered faces.

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