Page 93 of Deadly Misfortunes

She ran her hands through her hair. “I was having a nightmare.”

“Or a vision,” Aunt Meg said, peering around the men in the bedroom.

Sascha wasn’t sure whether all the bodyguards believed in her special abilities, and they probably just figured she was having a nightmare. But it was different this time. Not like the first time when she had nightmares about the truck knocking the limo into the river.

“What happened in your dream?” Omar asked.

“A man in a mask was trying to strangle me.”

“Here? In your bed?”

“While I was in bed, I don’t know if it was here or somewhere else,” Sascha said. She shook her head. “It was hazy; I had been asleep, and then I felt a presence over me, a dark shadow, and opened my eyes to see a man wearing a mask. His hands were outstretched to strangle me. I…I was fighting with my covers and managed to throw them aside and kneed him in the crotch.”

Henry was on the phone and saying, “Sascha had a nightmare, though her Aunt Meg said it could have been a vision. Yes, sir. She saw a man wearing a mask, who was planning to strangle her.”

Henry glanced at her. “Yes, sir. I think that’s an excellent idea.” He smiled at Sascha. “Your fiancé is coming to join you.”

So much for it being a total bachelorette party, but she was glad he was going to come stay with her. And secretly, she’d wanted that all along.

It didn’t take long before Gregory was there, joining her in the bedroom.

But Prescott showed up too, and he joined his mate in her bedroom.

Then they all made sure the house was clear, and Gregory climbed into bed with Sascha. He pulled her into his arms and said, “Are you really okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Was it a vision?”

“I don’t know. It’s hard to know when I’m in a deep sleep.” She glanced at the clock. “It’s two in the morning.”

“It is. If…if it’s a vision, where were you when it happened?” Gregory stroked her hair, held her close, and kissed her forehead.

“A bed. I don’t know if it was here, at home, or in some other bed. It might have just been a nightmare.”

“All right. You’re all right with me barging in on your bachelorette party and joining you in bed, right?”

She laughed. “Absolutely.” She wrapped her arms tightly around him. “You don’t have a choice.”

Then they cuddled and went to sleep, and she really didn’t believe she would have any more trouble with nightmares or visions while she was with Gregory tonight. She hoped that if she did have a vision, poor Gregory didn’t “see” it too.

Gregory made love to Sascha in the morning, glad she didn’t have any more nightmares or visions and that he had been with her the rest of the night.

She smiled at him. “Okay, are we good to go back to our separate parties?”

“Yeah, if you feel like you and the ladies are safe…”

“I do. I won’t be near any beds.”

“Okay, I’ll have breakfast with you ladies and Prescott.”

“I was amused he had come to be with Katrina.”

“You know it. He was worried about her when Henry called about you.”

They joined everyone else downstairs for breakfast, then Prescott and Gregory kissed and hugged Katrina and Sascha, and then went to join the other guys for parasailing.

Gregory was excited about the prospect, though he was still worried about Sascha. Then he and the others drove to the beach where they were doing the parasailing, and he couldn’t wait to be up there high in the sky like the ladies had been.