Lair of Dreams (The Diviners 2)

Henry pulled up a handful of grass. “Did you take it?” He gave Louis a sideways glance and saw the hurt on his face.

“That what you think of me?”

“I’m sorry, Louis. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t really think you’d do that,” Henry said, cursing himself. He wished he could take it back.

Louis let out a long sigh and blinked up to the sky.

“Please, Louis. I’m sorry.”

Louis shook his head. “You know I can’t stay mad at you, cher.” He kissed Henry on the cheek, but it was halfhearted, Henry could tell. Louis was still nursing the wound.

Gaspard’s bark sounded up on the path. “What manner of trouble that dog got himself into now?” Louis said, hopping up.

Henry followed, but all he really wanted to do was pull Louis back down on the dock and kiss him. He felt lousy that they’d fought, and he wished he could take back what he’d said.

Gaspard dug furiously at the morning glories, barking and growling as if he’d cornered an animal.

“Gaspard!” Louis shouted. “Get away from there right now!”

“He’s just being a dog,” Henry said. “Probably got a bone there somewhere. After all, it’s his dream, too.”

“He shouldn’t be digging in there. Gaspard!” Louis whistled, but the dog wouldn’t budge.

Louis took a step forward onto the morning glories and stumbled. He put a hand to his head, hissing.

“Louis!” Henry righted him.

Louis stepped back. “I’m… I’m all right, Henri. Gaspard!”

Henry marched through the blanket of purple flowers and shooed Gaspard away. The dog bounded over to Louis. The spot where he’d been digging was dirt and nothing more.

“Henry!” Ling called from the path.

“Ling, what’s the matter?” he asked as she reached him. “Is Wai-Mae with you? Say, what happened to your hand?”

Ling’s voice shook. “I want to go back, Henry. I want to wake up.”

“You want me to wake you up, like last time?”

“No. Together. We need to go together.”

Henry looked over at Louis with regret.

“Go on, cher. I’ll see you soon enough,” Louis said. “You can’t refuse a lady.”

“Just one more day,” Henry said, hoping he hadn’t ruined everything.

“One more day,” Louis said.

“You need to wake Louis up,” Ling said, and from her expression, Henry knew not to argue.

“Louis,” Henry said, “it’s time for you to go on back to the cabin now. And then, in a few minutes, you’ll wake up, and when you do, you can watch the sunrise and have some chicory coffee before you catch your train to New York.”

Louis laughed. “All right, then, Henri. All right.” He climbed the steps to the cabin with Gaspard wagging along behind. From inside, Louis’s fiddle picked up the strains of “Rivière Rouge,” right where he’d left off, and then it went quiet.

“What’s got you so spooked?” Henry asked Ling.

o;Henri, there’s somethin’ I need to tell you ’bout,” he said, suddenly serious, and Henry’s stomach tightened, like sensing the first drops of rain at a long-planned picnic.