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She peeked at him as he got dressed and prepared a plan to make a run for it. Contract or not, that had hurt, and she didn’t want a repeat.
He paused next to her, put his hand on her forehead, and a deep heaviness swept through her. “I don’t want you fretting when I am gone.”
She looked at him, and he smiled sadly. “You think I didn’t notice? No running, Brit. Not when I am so close to rut. Stay here and sleep. I will do better.”
She whined softly as she fell asleep.Asshole.
Brit dreamed of claws and deep cuts to her body. She woke up screaming, with Denier soothing her and trying to calm her down. She looked down, and her skin was whole.
He reached for her, and she scuttled back.
“Brit, what’s wrong?”
“Something is going to claw me up.” She looked at him with wild eyes. She could feel her body coming down from the panic.
“It was a dream.”
She laughed. “Sure. My family is littered with precogs, and this, that was just a dream. I have never had a dream like that not manifest in reality.”
He got her a cup of coffee from a bedside tray. “In that case, tell me about it.”
She blinked when he didn’t tell her she would be fine. “I saw a shadow coming toward me, but it was made of purple. It spoke, but I can’t remember what it said. Then claws lashed out, and it split me open from armpit to ribs across my breasts. Another slash to my waist and the third to my belly. There was blood, pain, and then you woke me.”
She reached for the mug, but her hands trembled violently. The hot liquid stung her fingers.
Denier pulled the mug back and set it down, licking her fingers and removing the sting.
She flexed her fingers when he was done healing her.
“Thanks. Do you have a straw?”
“Here’s a croissant. I will hold your coffee.” He gave her the pastry, lifted her, and sat in her spot against the headboard. “Do you often have dreams like that?”
“The visions? No.” She looked at the light coming in through the window. “How long did you keep me under?”
He made a small sound. “I took longer than I would have liked. About four hours.”
She sighed. “Don’t do that again.”
“I would like to agree, but there may be an instance that it is necessary.”
She grimaced and carefully took the pastry apart on the little ruffled plate he had given her. She took a bite and knew exactly where the pastry had come from. “You went to the shop near the harbour.”
He shrugged. “I asked Etgar. He was pissed but asked Vallu, and she told him what you like best.”
She smiled and relaxed against him. The fact that he was aroused and overlapped her by several inches on all sides wasn’t a concern. She was completely comfortable with him now, as long as they weren’t having sex.
“Brit, do you ever find yourself overrun with slick?”
She choked a little on the pastry. “Occasionally.”
“Under what circumstances?”
“You seriously want to know?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I have to be relaxed, comfortable, secure, and fingers are involved.”
