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Chapter One
The Dream
“Where are we?” I heard one of the twins ask from somewhere behind me. I didn’t bother looking to see which one had asked. While only the one had spoken the question out loud I knew the other had been thinking the same exact thing, so it didn’t really matter who had actually asked. They were two different people, but weirdly the same. When we were little boys it used to get on my nerves. I had long since gotten over it.
“What the fuck is going on?” Damien growled irately. “I fell asleep in bed beside my girl, with her naked and wrapped all around me. And, now I wake up here? I fucking told Quint not to mess with my dreams anymore. They fuck with my head and I always wake up disoriented and not knowing where in the hell I am. I wish he would have never learned how to enter dreams. Fucking asshole.”
He grumbled something under his breath that I couldn’t quite make out, probably more obscenities hurled at my Uncle.
I hummed under my breath in agreement with his last two statements. Uncle Quint learning how to enter dreams had been an absolute nightmare and invasion of privacy for the rest of us. Not to mention just knowing he could do it when it was such a rare talent left Quint a smug bastard. Until I learned how to do it, that is. At first, he was pissy and acted like I had done something to personally offend him. Then he was all about bragging on me and how us Alexander’s were the best of the best when it came to our craft. Him lumping the two of us together in anything was more than enough to push me further away from him for a while.
Don’t get me wrong, I did not hate my Uncle Quint, I loved him. He was my annoying older brother who liked to boss me around and always claimed to be right and knew more than I did about every fucking thing. He drove me nuts, but I loved him.
What I didn’t love was his constant smugness and endless drive to be better than everyone else. I hated that shit. Especially when it came to our own coven. We needed to be a single, solid unit, not compete with each other over every fucking tiny thing.
“What in the fuck is going on?” Julian snarled. “That asshole Quint fucking swore to me on his dead mothers’ grave that he would not pull this bullshit on me while I was sleeping anymore. I told him what would happen if he did this to me again. He’ll pay for this shit.”
Julian made me grin. Poor Uncle Quint, Julian always found a way to put my Uncle in his place.
“Wasn’t me,” Quint growled in a deep, highly annoyed voice. “Can’t you feel it? It’s her.”
Her?
Her who?
What the fuck?
We were shrouded in blackness, waiting for the dream to take hold of us and plunge us into whatever world the creator of the dream had weaved for us.
I had never been sucked into a dream by anyone other than my Uncle Quint before. I had done it myself, but still did not understand how it worked entirely.
“Look,” Dash murmured quietly, jerking me out of my head.
The darkness was fading and there she was.
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of her.
Jesus.
Fuck.
What was this?
She lay on her side on a twin sized mattress on the floor. The mattress was covered in a thin black blanket. The room we’d appeared in was small, and, outside of the bed and a small stack of clothing on the floor, the room was barren, empty and all too depressing for my tastes. The dirty wallpaper on the wall was old, cracked in places and peeling. Even though it was coming on summer and getting really warm outside, the room held a chill to it, like the cold had seeped into the dirty walls and now it was a permanent feature in the room.
I studiously avoided looking at the girl on the bed, looking at everything else but her. And it wasn’t because she was pretty (and from the small sliver of her face I could see, which wasn’t much, she looked like she could be pretty) and watching a maybe pretty girl sleeping, a girl I had never seen before in my life, was creepy. No, it wasn’t that at all. I avoided looking at the girl because outside of the chill the room gave off, there was something else in the air and it was coming off of her. Something I was all too familiar with because my brothers gave off the same vibe, it was that something extra special I had grown up with and around my entire life.
And it was coming from that girl on the bed.
A goddamned girl.
A girl in a shitty, cold room sleeping on a mattress on the floor. A room with dirty walls and stained, grey carpet. The floor was marked with cigarette burns and dark stains that I wouldn’t have the guts to walk across on my bare feet. I shuddered in revulsion as I looked around the room, taking in the only window and noting the mold covering the wooden frame.
“How is this possible?” Quinton whispered in horror.
I knew he wasn’t speaking directly to me, but I shook my head all the same, just as horrified as my Uncle sounded. This was not right, in fact, the whole thing was completely fucked.
“The Council should be notified immediately,” Julian said. “They will pull her out of here so fast and set her up somewhere she belongs.”
