Juliet ended up with the two men behind a row of planters, her back against a wood paneled wall. She had no idea what he was thinking. But as she met his intense green eyes, his brow lined from endless concern, she could feel the faeness in him. He might be a vampire in essentials, but he was part fae now and the change felt permanent.

Brannick, what’s on your mind?

I think you need to dreamglide her. We’re not going to find her otherwise. Either Roche is blocking her or all these people are having an effect.

Fergus’s nostrils flared. You think she’s asleep right now?

Brannick shifted his gaze to the wolf. More like drugged out. He sounded so certain. But even if she wasn’t, Juliet could dreamglide to her location. Right?

When he settled his gaze on her again, Juliet nodded.

He asked, Are you willing to try to find her this way? In the dreamglide?

Of course I am. There’s only one problem.

Roche?

Exactly.

Fergus bristled at the sound of the man’s name. What about him? Why will he be a problem if Juliet invokes her dreamglide?

Brannick turned to look at Fergus, his gaze intense. Roche found Juliet in her dreamglide recently. He’s got some kind of fix on her now, and he’ll probably be alerted when she reenters it.

Fergus’s nostrils flared again, and he released a soft wolf-like grunt. That bastard has way too much power. He glanced at Juliet. So, how do you do this thing?

Juliet squared her shoulders. First, I’ll need physical support for the time I’m out. She fixed her gaze on Brannick. He’d essentially need to hold her while she fell into a half-sleep. It would probably be best if you held me, but I could sit on the floor, my back to the wall if that would work better for you.

Brannick shook his head. No, I’m going to hold you in my arms. If we need to move in a hurry, I’ll be ready.

Brannick, I know this isn’t what you want. The closeness, I mean. Tears suddenly burned her eyes.

Hey, listen to me. Right now all that matters is finding Mary and getting her out of whatever hellhole Roche has her in. I don’t think it’s too much of a sacrifice to have my arms around you while you locate her.

Juliet would have expected nothing less from Brannick. He was a complicated man in many ways, but not in his essential character. He might have started out his adult life as a businessman, but he was a protective warrior at heart, and she warmed to him all over again.

Fergus asked, So how does the dreamgliding work?

She told him what to expect, especially the kinds of reactions he’d witness as she sank into her meditation.

Fergus lowered his chin. I understand. His expression grew grim as he took two steps away from her. She could smell the rise in his musk.

Brannick moved closer to her, even sliding his arm around her shoulders. The alpha was definitely approaching his mate-hunting cycle. She’d heard the wolves could become ruthless in their pursuit of a woman they deemed worthy of mating.

Brannick suggested she step up onto his boot and hold onto him as though they’d be flying together. That way, when she fell into the dreamglide state, he’d already be holding her and he could cradle her in his arms through the duration.

Juliet experienced an odd combination of dread and excitement. There was no place she’d rather be than in Brannick’s arms, but once she entered the dreamglide, she feared encountering Roche. He was a male fae of tremendous power and probably wouldn’t have to lose even a small level of consciousness to reach her in the dreamglide.

This reality also made her wonder if Brannick’s recently acquired fae abilities would include something similar. As she stepped onto his booted foot, a sudden shiver of excitement traveled the length of her.

You okay?

Sliding her arm across his massive shoulders and around his neck, she tilted her head. An errant thought.

She was so close to him. The heat of his body through her thin blouse felt like heaven. When his arm gripped her waist in his familiar, strong hold, she couldn’t help herself as she relaxed against him. She recalled all their lovemaking and knew it was just a matter of time before Brannick did as well.

Despite Fergus’s presence, she reached up and cupped his face with her hand. Her gaze fell to his lips. How many times had he kissed her in the dreamglide? A thousand? Ten thousand?

A lot.

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