Demetria's dreams had become her only solace.She'd never been the person to have vivid dreams and remember them, but recently she prayed for an escape. Maybe by some chance, she'd find a way out through her mind.Her magic didn't seem to work in her dreams, but maybe one day Ike would slip up, and she'd be able to make a run for it. One could hope.She fell asleep, waiting for Dom to show up and save her. It wasn't as if she planned to sneak out of her room and search for him. It didn't seem like a good idea, especially since Jack seemed to be intent on destroying her sooner rather than later, and could easily wake up.She'd wait-as if she had another choice.The dream pulled her from reality and into a beautiful autumn day. It was her favorite time of the year. The cool breeze, and the colorful leaves, all made her feel like a kid at Christmas again.Demetria walked further toward the river, closing her eyes once she made it to the bridge, enjoying the breeze against her skin. The d
Her scent lingered as Kerry was sucked from Demetria's arms and back into his bedroom. He gasped loudly, his palms slamming against the mattress and his head spinning. He leaned over the bed, trying to regain himself, but vomit pushed up his throat.He wasn't sure if it was from the hurt his wolf was experiencing or the aftermath of being tossed into a different dimension. It didn't make Kerry any difference. Either way, he hurt deep down.Seeing her, holding her, knowing she missed him and wanted him. It all avalanches down on his heart, bruising it even more than before, which seemed impossible. How could he possibly hurt any more than he already did? Could he go through any more torment before his wolf broke into a million pieces? He wasn't sure.Kerry fell to the floor, onto all fours, and let his head hang low as he coughed to catch his breath. Cynthia walked over and bent down beside him."You're going to be okay. It's just a little side effect."Kerry sat back on his knees and
Demetria ate with a smile on her face. The pasta Jack made tasted like Heaven after that dream with Kerry. At first, she assumed it was just that ... a dream.But she'd never dreamed so vividly. His dark eyes and blond hair. It felt like the first time she saw him on her porch again. The instant knowing of her mate being near. He'd tasted so masculine, and she loved the feeling of his arms around her.Everything about the dream, other than Jack ruining it, was perfect. She couldn't wait to go to sleep again. She prayed he would come back to her again. She'd never been so happy for Kerry to meet another witch in her life. Thankfully they'd saved Cynthia from the Lycan King because they needed her help desperately.Jack slammed his cup down loudly and knocked Demetria out of her daze."What's going on with you today?" he asked, bracing both palms on the counter between them.Demetria took a slow bite. "What do you mean? I'm just eating-""No," he said sharply. "I'm not talking about tha
Jane lifted a light brow toward her hairline and smirked. "You want me to climb the tree and capture the bird?"Cynthia smiled. "I do. Kerry seems to think that you deserve to take out the bird and wants the warlock to see you do it."Jane leaned against the railing of the porch and smiled up at the tree where the lyrebird watched. "I'm down for that. What's the plan?"Cynthia lifted a satchel and shook it. "I have everything to perform our spell, and once the bird is focused on us, you'll climb the tree and use this knapsack to capture it."Jane took the empty knapsack and looped the strap around her wrist. "Do we think this is going to work?" Jane asked. "As badly as I hate to admit it, I think the bird is smarter than we think."Cynthia shrugged. "It's worth a shot," she suggested. "Let's go ahead and head down there."Kerry fell in step behind the girls as they chatted. Cynthia had a way about her that made everyone seem special and important. Kerry didn't mind having her around
"Are you going outside? I need you to pick some cucumbers from the garden ?" Jack yelled up the stairs.Demetria jumped, knocking herself from her trance of staring at ...herself. What kind of sideshow circus had she fallen into? Ike had a picture of a woman that looked just like her. She couldn't understand why or what that meant.Hearing him sigh from downstairs, she shoved the picture into the depths of her pocket, put the satchel back into the closet, and walked down.Jack still sat with his book perched on his lap, an irritated look on his face. "Took you long enough. Those clothes look nice," he said, giving her a once-over.She stared at him, trying to decipher his intentions. He complimented her clothes but ultimately wanted to end her? Something was so messed up that she couldn't pinpoint it."What are you looking at?" he asked, slicking his hand over his silver-tinted hair. "I need you to gather the cucumbers. There is a basket on the kitchen table."Demetria turned her body
Kerry stared at the bird as he shifted forms while chills danced up and down his spine. Dead? Jack and Ivory were dead. Demetria was stuck in limbo.Kerry pressed his palm against the nearest chest of drawers and took a deep breath.Cynthia touched Kerry's shoulder. "It's okay, Kerry. We can still save her. We have something the warlock needs to see us, and she won't be able to follow us around." She turned Kerry to face her and braced both palms on his shoulders. "This doesn't mean anything but that they can't get to us as quickly as they would like. They most likely need the full moon to leave that plane. Everything is okay. Breathe."Kerry's wolf began to pace and run circles of confusion."What are we going to do now, Cynthia? How do you kill someone that is already dead?"Cynthia stepped back and gestured toward the door, away from the bird and its glowing red eyes. It shifted a few more times, different voices pouring out of it like a broken record. Cynthia shut the door and wal
Demetria scrutinized everything Ike did for the rest of the day. Every look. Every word. Nothing made sense, and yet, Demetria looked at everything in a brand new light. Jack was capable of love.It seemed so farfetched. The idea of him loving anyone other than himself. Or anyone loving him.Demetria watched him most of the evening until he seemed to become uncomfortable and excused himself to bed, which was what she wanted the entire time. To go to bed. To wait on Kerry because she needed to feel his touch.To feel real again.She showered, locked her door, though she didn't really see the point, and curled into the sheets of her bed. The minutes ticked by slowly, and her brain raced with thoughts that blocked her way to sleep. Sighing, she turned to her side and tried to count sheep, and slowly, after what felt like forever, she drifted off. Moments later, after her body relaxed and she began to fall into a deep sleep, Kerry zapped into the room.Like something from a children's mo
Jack came too soon. Demetria and Kerry spent what time they had tangled in each other's arms until Jack’s high-pitched voice sliced through what moment of Heaven they had to themselves.Kerry gasped for breath, much like the time before, but this time vomit climbed up his throat. Cynthia pulled over a trashcan from the corner of the room, and Kerry emptied his stomach inside. When he finished, he sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand."You okay?" Cynthia asked.Kerry nodded. "Yeah."Cynthia squatted down beside him. "Did you see her?"Kerry closed his eyes, a smile resting on his face. "Yeah. I saw her. Touched her. It was magical. Until the warlock showed up."Kerry stood up with the help of the bed and sat down, scrubbing his face with his palms. Cynthia pulled the bag from the trashcan and tied it into a knot. "Did she have any news for us?""Yeah," he said, looking up at her with a grim expression. "Turns out Demetria is a reincarnation of Jack’s true love, and h