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With a slow inhale and deep exhale, I take a step toward it, my cock no longer standing to attention as the room begins to lighten ever so slightly. Gray hues scatter throughout the circular room until a familiar sight comes into view.
Darkness. A vortex of grays in every shade. The paler tones offering a small glimpse at my surroundings. There’s no sun in sight, not even a beam of light from the moon. I spin in a circle like always to see where I am. Black marble floor, which is scattered with cracks and blemishes, stone walls with names carved into the surface, while burnt-out torches line the edge of the room. Nothing but a golden table stands in the center of the room, but the sound of scurrying feet echoes around me.
I get ready for everything to fade away as it always does, only this time… reality doesn’t come.
The room lightens a touch more to reveal long black cloaks with oversized hoods and gold masks shielding the faces of those surrounding me. There are maybe fifteen or twenty people staring at me, and as I shift, I notice it’s the same black fabric I’m wearing.
Running my tongue over my lips, I lift my hand to my face, but before I can press a finger against my nose, I’m met with the touch of metal.
A mask.
One just like theirs.
I lurch upright in bed, a gasp burning my lungs as I try to gulp a calming breath, but it does not come easily. When I don’t feel like my entire body is rattling with the remnants of the vision coating my skin, I push a hand through my hair and shift so my feet hang off the side of the bed.
What the fuck was that?
It’s the same vision that’s been haunting me for days, the same marbled floor, the same names etched into the stone walls, and the same fucking table in the center of the room. Resting my head in my hands, I try to replay the new addition to tonight’s torment; the masked men.
I sit up straight, my spine stiffening as my foggy, tired brain slowly pieces it together a little more. The Guild. It’s got to have something to do with the Nightmares Guild. I know it.
Scrambling to my feet, I rush for my bedroom door in just my boxers. My dick is stiff beneath the fabric, the real me still enjoying the sweet fucking dream about Raven I was having before I was so rudely interrupted.
I pause for a second when I step into the lounge, unsure of who to go to first, but a mere second after my door opens, so do Brax’s and Creed’s across the hall.
“What’s going on?”
I don’t have time to question how they know something is wrong or even heard me get up. I need everyone present so I can make sense of this while it’s still fresh in my mind.
“Get the others,” I rush out, my words far more breathless than I was expecting. To my surprise, they both move without further question.
Flopping down on the sofa, I stretch my arms up above my head as I try to ease the coiled tension stiffening my limbs.
“Please tell me this is something important because I was having the best wet dream of my life,” Zane grunts, adjusting his dick as he flops down beside me with Creed right behind him.You and me both, brother.
Brax appears a second later with Raven draped in his arms bridal-style as she peers at me with concern.
“What’s going on?” she murmurs, curling into Brax’s lap once he sits to my left, and I heave a heavy sigh before I repeat the entire thing to them from start to finish. Well, I omit the part where I was balls deep in Raven first, but I make sure not to miss a single detail out of the actual vision.
“It sounds like the Guild,” Creed surmises once I’ve spat every word out, the others nodding in agreement as my body slowly starts to come down from the adrenaline coursing through me.
“Have you heard from your father, Zane?” Raven breathes, her eyebrows pinched as she glances at him.
“Not yet, but the visions say it all, man. We always trust in them, and if they’re practically leading us to it…” His words trail off. No need to finish a sentence we already know the answer to.
“Every time?” Raven asks, uncertainty still warring in her eyes, and I nod.
“They led us to you, didn’t they?” Brax states, his lips at her temple, and I watch her softly shiver in his hold.
“Get a hold of him first thing. It makes sense. Then we can have all of the facts before we dive in,” Creed says to Zane, solidifying the next step for us.
“Are we doing this?” Raven asks, sitting up properly in Brax’s lap, and I sit tall, speaking the words I really wasn’t sure we were going to settle on.
“We’re accepting the invitation of the Nightmares Guild.”
FIFTEEN
ZANE
