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“Yes. That’s the place.”

She’d looked away from him as he’d slid his arm around her within the dream.

That’s when he’d built the dreamglide. He could feel it now, how the dreamglide had formed around him.

She’d disappeared because the actual dream had faded. But the dreamglide had become a living thing. He’d been back in his burrow then he’d pictured the tidal-island monastery.

He’d felt the grass next.

Somehow, he’d known that before he drew her into the dreamglide, he had to be at the destination. It had something to do with flight times. He could maneuver or fly the dreamglide, but a trip to France across one continent then the Atlantic Ocean would take time. Maybe. Hell, he wasn’t sure about any of it.

“I see the sequence now,” he said aloud. “I built it when I pictured the destination. Then I found you in your bed and brought you to the monastery.”

She cocked her head.

“What?”

“How did you know I wanted to go there?”

Right. Their conversation had taken place in his dream. He said as much.

“Grant?” No question followed.

“Yes?” He felt himself frowning again.

She gave herself a shake. “Nothing. I mean this whole thing is so strange. Anyway, would you be willing to build one now?”

“I thought I had to be asleep.”

“I don’t know the ins and outs, obviously. But Agnes said the gift is peculiar to each person. You, it would seem, can travel thousands of miles with just a thought.”

“That’s not normal?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Right. I had the sense that while we were flying, within my real dream, that I couldn’t take you directly from there and bring you into the dreamglide. I had to go to the destination first, then find you.”

“I was asleep,” she said. “As I came awake, I saw you above me. But I thought I was still dreaming. I don’t know if I have to be asleep or not to join you. But we could try getting relaxed. Maybe sit down?”

“All right.” He gestured for her to take the tall chair, but she quickly planted herself in the smaller one opposite.

He didn’t argue. Instead, he took his seat once more.

She closed her eyes and settled her hands on her lap, palms up.

It was odd how he could feel her beginning to let go as though he had a connection to her though he barely knew her.

The more she relaxed, the more he could as well. It helped a lot to be focused on the issue at hand. He was a man of focus, of direction, of purpose. Being here felt like a waste of time. He needed to figure out the right time to challenge Kryder. The Meldorin Pack needed him to set things right.

Grant, try to focus on the dreamglide.

Her voice in his head brought him back to the studio. Sorry. I have other concerns. Big ones.

I know. But it’s possible that the dreamglide has come to you at this point in your life to help resolve those concerns.

He’d lived in Five Bridges as an alter wolf for six years. He knew she was right.

He released a heavy sigh. I’m here. I’m ready.

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