“Yeah. Kinda like a vampire. But…”
“But?” I pressed.
“I went out after forty-eight hours. The drums were unsealed. Thomas was gone.”
“How does that happen? You said ‘someone released him’.”
Nick’s face twisted with remorse. He had to know my heart was banging in my breast; he could probably hear it. My breaths convulsed in my lungs. “It means—there’s another Wraith.”
My lungs collapse with a gasp. My brain couldn’t even compute this information. After all we went through to destroy Thomas, not only to protect ourselves but all the other humans and Weavers he could use, manipulate and destroy. “Ohmygod! We’re fucked!”
Nick smirked. “Since when did you become such a potty mouth?”
“Ha! Since Sabre decided to weave me a life hanging out with crazy rocker dudes.”
He raised an eyebrow, then nodded. “That must have been one seriously vivid weave. I only got glimpses. Sabre kept me pretty well locked out. I tried for a few hours to break through, but he’s gotten very good. And he had physical contact with you. I was reaching through walls.” Nick’s eyes were working their magic on me, weaving their spell on my heart. But trust was shattered and part of me wondered if I was being manipulated yet again. I eased myself away from him.
Nick slid off the couch and kneeled in front of me. His warm hands encased mine and settled on my lap. “I love you, Emari. I didn’t want to lose you. And then when Thomas disappeared, I stayed close by, just in case. I watched over you from a distance during the day, and lingered over your bed by night…”
I closed my eyes to the influx of images that cascaded into my mind.
I lay in my bed, spooned against Eddyson’s warm body, my fingers cathartically scratching his fur. The aching pull that he fought to keep himself from touching me, tore at my heart.
“I was afraid if I touched you at all, even in ethereal form, your captured memories would leech back into you. I tend to leak when you’re around.” He glanced up and quirked the corner of his mouth in a hopeful half-smile. “I wanted to touch you so badly it hurt, but I preferred to be in pain myself than to subject you to more than you’ve already had to endure.”
Silence stretched thinly between us as I mulled over his words. Could I forgive him for abandoning me? Even if it was for, what he believed, noble purposes? Could I trust him not to leave me again if things turned bad?
“Emari, I’m so sorry. Please…” I muffled his plea with a kiss, sudden and warm. His arms wrapped around me, holding me as if I were no longer a fragile thing. His body shuddered against mine. ‘I forgive you’ warred on my lips but I just couldn’t release the words yet. “My Emi,” he whispered, as he stroked my hair and rocked me in his arms.
* * *
Nick made me a PBJ and we sat before a blazing fire in the fireplace, cuddled together on the couch.
“Okay, so you erased all of my memories, but all of my friends met you too. Wouldn’t they remember you and ask me about you?”
“That was a bit tricky—tracking down all of those people and deleting the memory of me and Sabre,” he explained.
“You found every person from my party?” Nick and Sabre had been guests at my Christmas party just a few short weeks ago. Both had made a lasting impression on all of my guests—some more favorable than others. Ivy had even pursued Sabre—a chase, I’m
“But?” I pressed.
“I went out after forty-eight hours. The drums were unsealed. Thomas was gone.”
“How does that happen? You said ‘someone released him’.”
Nick’s face twisted with remorse. He had to know my heart was banging in my breast; he could probably hear it. My breaths convulsed in my lungs. “It means—there’s another Wraith.”
My lungs collapse with a gasp. My brain couldn’t even compute this information. After all we went through to destroy Thomas, not only to protect ourselves but all the other humans and Weavers he could use, manipulate and destroy. “Ohmygod! We’re fucked!”
Nick smirked. “Since when did you become such a potty mouth?”
“Ha! Since Sabre decided to weave me a life hanging out with crazy rocker dudes.”
He raised an eyebrow, then nodded. “That must have been one seriously vivid weave. I only got glimpses. Sabre kept me pretty well locked out. I tried for a few hours to break through, but he’s gotten very good. And he had physical contact with you. I was reaching through walls.” Nick’s eyes were working their magic on me, weaving their spell on my heart. But trust was shattered and part of me wondered if I was being manipulated yet again. I eased myself away from him.
Nick slid off the couch and kneeled in front of me. His warm hands encased mine and settled on my lap. “I love you, Emari. I didn’t want to lose you. And then when Thomas disappeared, I stayed close by, just in case. I watched over you from a distance during the day, and lingered over your bed by night…”
I closed my eyes to the influx of images that cascaded into my mind.
I lay in my bed, spooned against Eddyson’s warm body, my fingers cathartically scratching his fur. The aching pull that he fought to keep himself from touching me, tore at my heart.
“I was afraid if I touched you at all, even in ethereal form, your captured memories would leech back into you. I tend to leak when you’re around.” He glanced up and quirked the corner of his mouth in a hopeful half-smile. “I wanted to touch you so badly it hurt, but I preferred to be in pain myself than to subject you to more than you’ve already had to endure.”
Silence stretched thinly between us as I mulled over his words. Could I forgive him for abandoning me? Even if it was for, what he believed, noble purposes? Could I trust him not to leave me again if things turned bad?
“Emari, I’m so sorry. Please…” I muffled his plea with a kiss, sudden and warm. His arms wrapped around me, holding me as if I were no longer a fragile thing. His body shuddered against mine. ‘I forgive you’ warred on my lips but I just couldn’t release the words yet. “My Emi,” he whispered, as he stroked my hair and rocked me in his arms.
* * *
Nick made me a PBJ and we sat before a blazing fire in the fireplace, cuddled together on the couch.
“Okay, so you erased all of my memories, but all of my friends met you too. Wouldn’t they remember you and ask me about you?”
“That was a bit tricky—tracking down all of those people and deleting the memory of me and Sabre,” he explained.
“You found every person from my party?” Nick and Sabre had been guests at my Christmas party just a few short weeks ago. Both had made a lasting impression on all of my guests—some more favorable than others. Ivy had even pursued Sabre—a chase, I’m
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