I stood on the lawn in front of my house, stars spattered like an abstract painting across the sky above me. I was back in my old dream, only this time Brandon wasn't laying in the grass with his shirt off.
But that didn't mean I was alone.
Amon stepped up beside me. His wings were folded behind him, his skin dappled with moonlight.
As I pretended to stare at the sky, he stared at me. His thoughts rippled through my mind like a snake through the grass: It does not have to be Abadai who ignites your power.
"Why are you so eager to have another witch wrangling your leash?" I wondered. And then the obvious answer popped into my head: "You think an inexperienced idiot like me will be easier to control."
You will never be easy to control. Amon drew close enough for me to make out the dark lines of every tattoo laid over his taut skin.
On impulse, I touched one of the vévés. He watched my fingers trace the outline of a fox. "So these were painted on with the blood of a witch. Bet that stings a little."
As a third degree burn 'stings' human skin.
My fingers drifted to his flat stomach. He was thinner than he seemed when cloaked, lean and angular in the manner of a predator forever in search of its next meal. "The big, bad beast, deadlier than all his foes and tough enough to let a witch's embers radiate against his skin. I wonder how much of my heat you could stand before it burned you to cinders."
His wings rose up behind him. If the Hunters are the warmth of sunrise, and Abadai is the glaring heat of noon... His wings swept around me, entombing my body in darkness. ...then you are the sun itself, come down from its celestial throne to destroy the endless night...
His thumb touched the corner of my mouth. The sharp edge of his claw dug into my lower lip, slicing across the surface with a swift, precise movement. Blood welled to the surface.
"It's only a dream," he murmured. A rush of sensation filled my body as his lips touched mine.
It's only a dream, I thought, it's only a dream, it's only—
Come to me in person and it will be so much more, he promised. Let your blood flow into my soul and you will discover power without boundaries, so furious your mortal body will be unable to bear the rush of it—
I bolted awake. The phone was clutched in my hand. My palm tingled where it touched Amon's mark. I threw it on the floor.
I couldn't stop shaking as I hid under the covers. I could get away from the dream, but I couldn't get away from myself. Amon's words stirred something to life in me. It was not something he forced me to feel; the thing was wholly mine and it responded to his promises with an aching desire to say yes, oh yes, I want everything you are offering me. I want access to powers I shouldn't and I will do anything...
I shut those thoughts down. I was stronger than that. No vampire would ever con me into giving them what they wanted, no matter what they offered.
I willed myself to fall asleep, but for the rest of the night, all I could hear was the mad, erratic banging of my heart.
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