Connor

Waking from the deepest sleep he’d ever experienced, Connor’s heart beat fast with excitement as the enormity of what his prophetic dream had just shown him. “I found him,” he whispered to his empty bedroom. Then, jumping out of his bed, he yelled into the darkness, “I found him!”

Running to the room closest to his—Emmitt’s bedroom—Connor pounded his closed fist on the thick wooden door. “Emmitt. I know where he is—I know where he is, I found him.”

The door he was repeatedly knocking on flew open—as did a few other doors in the hallway.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” the tall man in front of him asked, his eyes squinting as he tried to keep them open. “It’s four in the bloody morning…”

“I found Randall,” Connor said slowly, enunciating his words.

“What do you—how?” Emmitt spluttered, looking around in confusion. “Where’s my brother?”

Connor rolled his eyes at the idiocy of Emmitt expecting to see Randall standing beside him. It was on the tip of his tongue to say something sarcastic but was too excited by what had happened to him to bother. “I dreamt about him—I’ve never had a prophecy come to me in a dream before,” Connor whispered, in awe of his own warlock ability.

“What did you see in your dream?” a deep voice asked from behind him.

Connor knew, without needing to look, who’d asked the question: Sterling. Only he possessed the ability to make anything coming out of his mouth sound like a threat. Turning to face the other man, he saw Preston and Violet had joined them in the hallway too. The whole coven is here—at least now I won’t have to explain my prophecy more than once. “I saw a man holding a book,” Connor explained. “It had Randall’s name on the front…the man started reading from it—you all said only Randall would be able to find his own book, right? So, it’s got to be him.” Connor knew it was pointless to explain what the man in his vision looked like; none of the others looked how they did in their past life.

“What else did you see in this vision? Do you know where to find Randall?” Natasha’s no-nonsense voice came from where she stood behind Emmitt’s tall frame in their bedroom.

Emmitt stepped forward, coming fully out of the room, allowing Natasha to step into the hallway beside him. Preston had moved away from his bedroom door, now standing beside Sterling, and Violet had also come closer, she now stood beside Natasha and Emmitt. All six members of their coven were congregated in the hallway of the home they shared.

Connor could see that they all shared a mix of anxious but excited expressions, as they waited for what else he had to tell them. He understood their need to know everything he did as Randall meant a lot to them—he was their coven leader in their past lives. Connor, however, had never met the man, he was just happy that it was himself who found Randall. Connor wasn’t as special as the other magic users; he was generic compared to them—a basic magic user.

Leaning forward, Connor finally told them the key piece of information that’d excited him the most from his prophecy. “Randall was sitting behind the desk of a library…he’s a librarian.”

~*~

Scott

Scott felt strong arms circle around his slim waist as he began to wake from a deep sleep. He wasn’t surprised to feel the man behind him, this was the third consecutive morning he’d woken to a similar scenario with Wren, but it was still an unusual feeling considering the men he usually brought home never stayed the night.

Flailing his hand around on his nightstand, Scott cracked an eyelid open when he found his phone. Oh, crap, he groaned inwardly as the day and time displayed on his phone registered with his brain. It’s Monday…I’m gonna be late for work if I don’t get up now.

The soft lips brushing light kisses against his neck and behind his ear were very distracting, but he really couldn’t be late, this was only the start of his third week of working at his new job as a librarian. Scott figured he should be working at the library for at least a month before he started showing up late.