Dream Walker (Bailey Spade 1)

All hints of amusement disappear from his face. “The last job I gave you is very important.”

Job, right. That’s why he’s talking to me. “You’re paying a lot for it, so I figured as much,” I say, matching his businesslike tone. “Unfortunately, as you can see, I’m in a bit of a predicament right now.”

He nods, his gaze somber. “If said predicament interferes with your ability to complete my job, I’d be happy to use my powers to lead you out of this castle.”

“Wow,” Felix whispers. “He can actually save you.”

“I can’t leave,” I say to them both. “The Council gave me an opportunity I can’t pass up.”

Valerian cocks his head. “What if I match whatever they offered you?”

“I doubt you can. Besides, they have my DNA, which means they can track me anywhere you take me. I don’t really want to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for vampires.”

“I see.” He frowns, and even that expression looks good on his chiseled face. “So you’re saying you’re giving up on Bernard?”

“No, I already did the heavy lifting with Bernard. I established a dream link. When night falls, I’ll find time to slip inside his dream and finish what I started.”

The frown is instantly gone, and I decide I like his face much more without it. “Thank you,” he says. “Are you sure you don’t want to escape? I’m going to Gomorrah for a couple of days, so I won’t be reachable if you change your mind.”

“I’m sure. Oh, and there is a way I can reach you, even on another world.” I try to make my next question sound as casual as possible. “How do you feel about taking a nap right now?”

He grins, flashing even white teeth. “Nice try, but I don’t think I’m ready to let you loose inside my subconscious. We’ve only just met.”

I do my best to ignore the butterflies filling my stomach. “Your call. It could’ve been fun to be in a dream together.” Especially for me. I almost lick my lips at the thought.

“Are you coming on to this guy?” Felix hisses.

Crap, I totally forgot we have a third wheel.

Valerian’s grin turns wicked. “We don’t need your powers to have fun,” he says in a voice like heated molasses as the room around us shimmers and becomes a lush bedroom with an enormous bed swathed in silk sheets and scattered with rose petals.

My pulse spikes as the butterflies start a gunfight in my belly. Is this really happening? Am I about to—

“Alas, we can’t today,” Valerian says, and to my huge disappointment, both the bed and his gorgeous self disappear.

“Wait!” I look around the empty room. “Why do you even need me? For the Bernard job, I mean? As you just demonstrated, your powers are very similar to mine.”

His disembodied voice comes from near the doorframe. “I’m under the Mandate. That heavily limits what I can and can’t do with humans. Besides, your way is going to be much better. Dream inspiration is a classic, after all.”

“Uh-huh. Are you sure you don’t just want someone else to take the risk?”

He doesn’t reply. Must’ve already left.

I sigh, feeling strangely deflated. The idea of “having fun” with Valerian was more than a little appealing, and not just because we’d be able to do it via his powers of illusion or my ability to dreamwalk—and therefore without any exchange of bodily fluids. No, it’s him. Something about the guy almost makes me forget the dangers of viruses and bacteria.

Speaking of which—I slather my hands again with sanitizer. What’s wrong with me? I talk to a hot guy for two minutes, and I’m ready to risk syphilis? He might not even look the way he appeared to me.

Must be my lack of a sex life catching up with me. I have a complex relationship with my libido. In other people’s dreams, I’ve experienced thousands of orgasmic encounters, both from their memories and their fantasies. In my own dreams, too, I’ve done whatever I wanted with anyone who took my fancy. Sometimes with many of them at once. In the waking world, however, I’ve never actually been intimate with anyone.

Despite an entire harem of partners in the dream world, I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin who’s never even kissed a guy.

Hey, that gives me a crazy idea. What if the Brotherhood monks were behind my being snatched by the Enforcers? Maybe whatever deity they worship needs a virgin sacrifice.

Nah. Too convoluted a plan for something like that.

Felix crackles in my ear. “The camera just started working again.”

Before I can so much as reply with a thumbs-up, Kain strides back into the room with a thick folder in his hand. “Let’s go to your quarters so we can review all this.” He waves the folder and turns on his heel.