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“Is this a necessary part of protecting me?” she asked.
He was so cute.
“Yeah.” He kissed her ear. “If anyone grabs you, I’ll know it right away.”
She took a deep breath, let it out, and enjoyed being here with Arman, and with the others whom she now called friends. She couldn’t believe how much her life had changed in an instant. She hoped that everyone here was being truthful about everything, but she realized she had nowhere else to go and no one else she could trust. Not when humans wouldn’t believe that vampires and hunters and, well, even witches existed.
“Dream of me chasing you this time,” Arman sleepily said against her hair.
“I’m going to sleep and not get into anyone’s dreams at all.” At least she hoped not. She really needed to be well-rested if she was going to practice sword fighting tomorrow. Or maybe even after she woke from her nap. But this was so nice being with Arman. After all the craziness in her life, she finally felt safe and cared for.
* * *
Arman was glad Fiona had allowed him to stay with her because he had planned on sleeping in the chair nearby, anything, to make sure she stayed safe. He just wanted to make sure no one came for her without them being aware of it, not since they had managed to save her from Regina and Tobias. He wanted to make sure she stayed safe.
Levka spoke to him then. “Are you staying with Fiona? Caitlin said Fiona wouldn’t willingly stay with anyone, but one of us needs to always be with her.”
“I’m with her.”
“Good. Talk to you when we wake.”
This was so nice, like Arman’s dreams, but even better. He still felt she should be one of them, but he understood her reluctance to be turned. It was more than a life-changing event. If they could get through the night of the blood moon without anyone taking control of her, she would be safer, and she probably wouldn’t need to be turned at that point. But could she make it past that event without any further trouble?
Then he drifted off to sleep. Fog surrounded Arman on a cold night as the blood moon hung high in the sky, mists of clouds drifting over it and past it. Arman couldn’t figure out why he was standing outside on the estate’s property surrounded by forest and gardens. He had a sinking feeling that Fiona was out there. Why else would he have left her alone? But how had he let her out of his sight? He was sweating despite the chilliness in the air.
Levka suddenly ran across the gardens to join him. “Where is she? None of us can find her! Where is she? It’s time. If we don’t find her, we’re?—”
Swords suddenly clanked off in the distance—someone was fighting with someone else near the edge of the woods. If Fiona was fighting someone on her own after so few sword-fighting lessons, she would be at an extreme disadvantage. Levka vanished and Arman did the same thing. But they didn’t go immediately to the woods. Both had to retrieve their swords.
He wanted to save Fiona. He had to rescue her. But then…
Something clicked. His eyes shot open. Fiona was gone. The click he’d heard was the sound of the door closing on her departure from the bedroom, he thought. He hurried out of bed and put on his shoes. And then he yanked the door open and rushed out the door. He caught up to her heading downstairs and she smiled at him.
“You were sound asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I had a bad dream. Or vision.”
Her smile slipped. “What happened?”
“It was the night of the blood moon, and you were gone. Levka joined me and we heard sword fighting and both of us went to grab our swords, but then you woke me.”
She frowned at him. “Oh, great. I wish I hadn’t woken you.” She paused at the base of the stairs. “Do you think it was me fighting with someone?”
“That’s what we worried about. Did you have any dreams or visions?”
“No. Not at all. I was so tired, I think I just slept.”
“Okay, well, damn. I wish I had seen what happened next.” Then Arman heard Levka downstairs, and they smelled chicken. “Time to eat.”
“I’m sorry. I wish there was a way you could tell me you were in the middle of a dream or a vision and I could join you or at the very least, not disturb you while you’re in the middle of it.”
“Maybe it will come to me again tonight when we go to sleep and I’ll see more of the dream or vision.” As soon as they walked into the dining room, Arman asked Levka, “Did you have a dream?”
“Not that I recall. Oh, yeah, Caitlin and I were making gingerbread cookies. I have no idea why. I don’t like gingerbread and I’ve never made cookies in my life.”
Arman laughed. He couldn’t imagine Levka baking cookies.
But Caitlin said, “Why? Did you have a dream about Levka?” She wasn’t smiling, appearing more worried than anything.
