Had that really happened?
It had been so real.
The slightest pinch of pain flared at my shoulder, and I reached up, feeling the half-moon indentations of fingernails. Fingernails that were far smaller than my own.
And my sleep trousers were gone. Beneath the sheets, I was entirely nude.
Oh, fates.
That had really happened.
Carrow
Early dawn light slanted across my eyes, drawing me from a slumber so deep it felt eternal. I stretched, a yawn abruptly cut off as I remembered the dream from last night.
It had been so damned real.
I shot upright, gasping as I yanked off the covers. I still wore my T-shirt, but my underwear was on the ground, torn and tattered. A slight smear of blood decorated my right thigh, and two pin pricks marred the smooth flesh.
Grey’s fangs.
Grey had been here last night, and he’d bitten me. Memory of his head between my thighs flashed. He’d done that to me.
And I’d loved it. I’d loved all of it. He’d been so much rougher, so much harsher, and more desperate than before.
And I’d loved it.
“But it was a dream.” I rubbed my forehead, remembering. I’d definitely been asleep, and all the edges had been fuzzy, like a dream. But it had happened. It had really happened. Somehow.
I scrambled out of bed and stood, panting. “Get it together, nerd.”
Cordelia appeared in the window. Whoa lady. It’s daytime. Put the full moon away.
I spun to face her, and she shielded her little eyes.
“Were you here last night?” I demanded.
No, I had a hot date.
“You and me both.” I flopped on the bed, unable to believe what had just happened.
Cordelia scampered down and lifted Grey’s trousers in one hand and my torn underwear in another. Clearly. You should write about this and make some money, girl.
I huffed out a surprised laugh, then sat, my mind whirring. “Grey’s trousers are here.”
Yep.
He wouldn’t have walked home naked. Hell, he wouldn’t have come here at all, and certainly not without all his clothing.
“I had a weird dream.” I couldn’t make sense of how it had happened.
You had more than a weird dream.
“Yeah.” It had been a little bit like when I’d seen him for the very first time at the scene of the murder that had drawn me into Guild City. He’d appeared in my visions, the first person to do so in a way that allowed him to interact with me.
This had been the same, but different.
Had we reignited the bond?