Dark Flame (Flame 3)

She worked at staying as relaxed as possible, but how much did he remember now?

“What are you thinking about?” He stroked her curls, petting her head in a way she’d always loved. Did he know that?

“I’m wondering if the dreamglide changed anything for you.” She searched his green eyes. He seemed content, something he’d allowed himself to experience in a dreamglide, and now he was clearly feeling it during real-time. Even the furrow between his brows had eased.

He smiled. “I feel like it changed everything, yet nothing really. And you’ve never done this before?”

“Participated in dreamglide sex combined with real-time? No, never.” She smiled and caressed his face, tracing a finger over an eyebrow, down his cheek, then his lips.

He kissed her, a beautiful, warm, lingering kiss. He was still buried inside her, and because he was a big man, she could feel him even though he was no longer erect. “I feel wonderful when I’m with you, Brann.” She shook her head. “I could so get used to this.”

“Well, I did ask if you wanted to date.”

“You did.”

“I don’t remember your answer.”

She caressed his face, running her thumb slowly along his cheekbone. “You know damn well I’d love to.”

He nodded several times in a row, his brow growing furrowed once more.

Her fae senses told her that his mind was shifting gears in a major way.

Oh, God, was he remembering?

He searched around and located the extra washcloth. He carefully slid it between them and as he pulled out, he placed it against her well. “Would you mind if I headed back to the shower?”

“Of course not. Is everything okay?”

“Sure, I mean, yes. Can’t explain what’s going on, but I need to think. About all of it.”

Juliet’s heartrate rose as he left the bed and she found it hard to breathe.

She knew his memories hadn’t completely returned, but her fae instincts were screaming at her that she was in serious trouble.

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Brannick felt uneasy as he got the water steaming hot, then climbed under the spray. His fae intuition had kicked in again, letting him know that something big was on the way. He needed to prepare for it, yet it didn’t feel like Roche. This felt different, like it had to do with Juliet.

He had to bend to wash his hair. Most showers weren’t built for men his size. He took his time, but fear jabbed at him. He was in trouble; he just didn’t know what it would look like when it arrived.

As he finished rinsing off, something similar to the dreamglide suddenly rushed through his mind.

The he understood.

The memories were coming.

Yet, he resisted.

He planted a hand on the wall and stepped out of the tub.

A piercing headache followed.

He slid to the floor and put both hands over his eyes. What the hell was happening?

Images began flying at him erratically, one after the other, of his bedroom and Juliet, then her bedroom and him pulling back the comforter and dropping onto the bed. She leaped on him and laughed.

Another memory followed, the one on the bridge when she wore her red-flowered dress. He understood that all his prior experiences in the dreamglide were coming forward, one after the other and that his newly acquired faeness was telling him to let them come.