lightning. My hand shot under my pillow. Before I fully realized what I was doing, I sent a shock of my own coursing through his body. Ten. Million. Volts.
Chapter 9 Dream Weaver
His body arched and stiffened, a plank hitting the deck. He writhed on the floor; his mouth gaped in a silent scream. And then, he went limp.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,” I panted, torn between stunning him again and going to his aid.
His body began to evanesce, glittered like the snow off the glass of my built-ins. He was here—that night—I saw him in the reflections.
The stun gun clattered to the floor, and I dropped to my knees beside him.
“Please…” Hysteria pitched my voice. His solidity wavered, phased between human and whatever the hell he was. “Don’t go! Please! Don’t go!” Oh my god. What have I done?
My fingers trembled over his chest, both aching and afraid to help. He faded and shimmered. Leaving me. “Please. I’m sorry. Please, don’t go.”
His form guttered and winked , then solidified once more. His eyes fluttered and blinked, locked on mine. He grabbed my wrist so fast I barely saw it, and shook my body as the last of the voltage released him. I whimpered and strained against him. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t—won’t hurt you,” he stammered.
A sound like half a laugh and half a cry raked through my throat.
“Emari…” His grip softened, eyes fluttered and breath rasped out him. The hand that held me fell limply to the floor. Though mostly human, whatever else he was sparked beneath his skin like a pulse. Curled in on myself, I watched as it slowed, slowed…and stopped. I killed him.
I buried my face in my knees and sobbed. What have I done? I’m so sorry. He wasn’t bad. He tried to help me, not hurt me. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t go,” I cried into my knees. Like those abused, neglected animals I cowered and cried. My turmoil stretched into silence. My rocking body accentuated only by the racking breaths that escaped my chest.
“Em-mari…” It was the moan of a ghost. He came back to haunt me. I covered my head with my arms. “Emari. It’s okay. I’m here.”
My eyes flashed open to find him gazing back at me. He reached toward me and I skittered away like a crab. A relieved and terrified sob was all I could manage. He pushed himself up on his elbows. “I promise, Emari. I won’t hurt you.” His voice was more groan than speech.
“Who…what are you?”
He heaved a sigh of a weighted heart. “I suppose I have some explaining to do.” His chin dropped to his chest. “Or I could just wipe your memory.”
“What? No. It’s not working anyway. Obviously.”
“No, I guess it’s gone too far for that now.” Then, in a voice I didn’t think I was suppose to hear, he said, “Sabre’s gonna kill me.”
“Who’s that? No. Tell me what you are first.” I dug my nails into my arms, just to verify that I was awake.
“I am Onar Caphar,” he said as he pushed himself up to sit facing me. He still looked a little jittery, a lot tired. “It’s Greek for Dream Writer, but we are called Dream Weavers now. Like the song.”
“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
His mouth quirked on one side. He sighed again. “I can touch you, anyone, and heal your dreams. I can read your
Chapter 9 Dream Weaver
His body arched and stiffened, a plank hitting the deck. He writhed on the floor; his mouth gaped in a silent scream. And then, he went limp.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,” I panted, torn between stunning him again and going to his aid.
His body began to evanesce, glittered like the snow off the glass of my built-ins. He was here—that night—I saw him in the reflections.
The stun gun clattered to the floor, and I dropped to my knees beside him.
“Please…” Hysteria pitched my voice. His solidity wavered, phased between human and whatever the hell he was. “Don’t go! Please! Don’t go!” Oh my god. What have I done?
My fingers trembled over his chest, both aching and afraid to help. He faded and shimmered. Leaving me. “Please. I’m sorry. Please, don’t go.”
His form guttered and winked , then solidified once more. His eyes fluttered and blinked, locked on mine. He grabbed my wrist so fast I barely saw it, and shook my body as the last of the voltage released him. I whimpered and strained against him. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t—won’t hurt you,” he stammered.
A sound like half a laugh and half a cry raked through my throat.
“Emari…” His grip softened, eyes fluttered and breath rasped out him. The hand that held me fell limply to the floor. Though mostly human, whatever else he was sparked beneath his skin like a pulse. Curled in on myself, I watched as it slowed, slowed…and stopped. I killed him.
I buried my face in my knees and sobbed. What have I done? I’m so sorry. He wasn’t bad. He tried to help me, not hurt me. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t go,” I cried into my knees. Like those abused, neglected animals I cowered and cried. My turmoil stretched into silence. My rocking body accentuated only by the racking breaths that escaped my chest.
“Em-mari…” It was the moan of a ghost. He came back to haunt me. I covered my head with my arms. “Emari. It’s okay. I’m here.”
My eyes flashed open to find him gazing back at me. He reached toward me and I skittered away like a crab. A relieved and terrified sob was all I could manage. He pushed himself up on his elbows. “I promise, Emari. I won’t hurt you.” His voice was more groan than speech.
“Who…what are you?”
He heaved a sigh of a weighted heart. “I suppose I have some explaining to do.” His chin dropped to his chest. “Or I could just wipe your memory.”
“What? No. It’s not working anyway. Obviously.”
“No, I guess it’s gone too far for that now.” Then, in a voice I didn’t think I was suppose to hear, he said, “Sabre’s gonna kill me.”
“Who’s that? No. Tell me what you are first.” I dug my nails into my arms, just to verify that I was awake.
“I am Onar Caphar,” he said as he pushed himself up to sit facing me. He still looked a little jittery, a lot tired. “It’s Greek for Dream Writer, but we are called Dream Weavers now. Like the song.”
“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
His mouth quirked on one side. He sighed again. “I can touch you, anyone, and heal your dreams. I can read your
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