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She watched him, her eyes unreadable in the deep shadows. He opened his inner window a little. The sight of her aura, strong and bright and stable, was reassuring. His attempt at sleepwalking hadn’t thrown her into a panic. Yet.
“Who were you talking to in your dream?” Pallas asked.
“I’m not sure. I think I was supposed to recognize her, but I didn’t.” He grimaced. “Before you ask, there was no sex involved.”
Pallas got a knowing look. “In that case we should find out why she showed up tonight.”
“It was a dream, Pallas. They don’t follow the rules of waking logic.”
“No, but they have their own logic. You’ve been in the process of recovering your memories for the past few weeks. Maybe this is your intuition trying to tell you something.”
“Like what?” he asked, frustrated.
“I don’t know. Has the woman appeared in any of your previous dreams or sleepwalking episodes?”
“No.” He hesitated. “Well, maybe. I think there has been someone hiding in the shadows all along, but I never paid attention because in the dream I was always focused on the woman’s scream and the blood.”
Pallas watched him with her sorceress eyes. “Do you want to try to find out why the woman showed up in your dream tonight?”
“How? Are you going to draw my dream?”
“I’m not sure if it will work,” she said. “As we keep reminding each other, there’s a steep learning curve when it comes to this psychic thing. But I think we should try to find out why an unknown woman showed up in your dream.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
It was thepsychic vibe of your dream that woke me,” Pallas said. She put her sketchbook down on the table. “I could calm those wavelengths so that you could go back to sleep, but that won’t give us any new information. If we can get you back into your dream, however, I might be able to get a better picture of what was going on.”
“Do you really think you can put me back into my dream?”
“Maybe.” She opened the sketchbook. “What I know is that I can calm and rebalance certain wavelengths of an individual energy field. Those wavelengths appear to be related to sleep. Maybe I can manipulate them in other ways.”
“Do you have any idea how scary that sounds?” Ambrose asked.
She was in the process of reaching into the messenger bag for a pencil. She straightened very quickly and looked at him. He was watching her with a slight smile. His eyes were very intent.
“It does sound scary, doesn’t it?” she said. “If you’d rather not run this particular experiment, I understand, believe me.”
“Let’s do it.”
She smiled. “You’re not scared of me.”
Ambrose stretched out his hand. “I trust you, partner.”
“Thanks.” She took a breath and let it out slowly. When she was ready she threaded her fingers through his. “Here we go.”
She kicked up her other vision and focused gently. This time she was not trying to achieve balance or harmony. This time she was an observer.
“Tell me about the dream,” she said.
“It started the way it always does. I was in bed, hooked up to the box. Lots of wires. I heard the woman scream. I got up. I’m in the underwater shadow world. Maybe I’m hallucinating—”
She felt him slide back into the dream. It was a strangely disorienting experience for her. She could not see what he was viewing but she could feel his reactions.
“You are not hallucinating,” she said. She tightened her grip on his hand, feeling her way into the dream storm. “You are not sleepwalking. You know you are dreaming. You are searching for information. Tell me what you see.”
“I walk toward the door as I always do, but this time it opens before I get to it. There is someone standing in the shadows. A woman. I can’t see her face but she is holding something in her hand. I ask her what she is doing there.”
“What does she say?”
