hidden from him.
What kind of crazy damn dream was this anyway?
Though she kept her face pressed into the palm of his hand she turned her attention back to the lake. “I used to love com ing here,” she whispered.
Devon started in surprise as he turned toward the pristine lake. The field surrounding it was covered with blue, yellow, and white wild flowers that flowed toward the edge of a thick forest. The blades of grass , and wild flowers , swayed beneath the soft breeze that trickled over them. There was a dock stretching toward the middle of the lake . A single tree was off to the side , a rope swing was tied to a branch that dipp ed over the water . He could almost hear children laughing as they swung out over the water and released the rope.
Though it could have been one of a hundred lakes in the world, it was not one that he had ever seen before. “You know this place?” he inquired softly.
She turned back to him, the sorrow momentarily slipping from her as she grinned brightly. “Oh, very well. It’ s L ake Waldorph . Chris and I used to spend three weeks every summer at the camp just beyond those woods. Those were wonderful summers.”
Devon focused on the lake again; horror fill ed him as he turned from its smooth surface back to her. This was not only his dream, he realized with a start, but also hers . Though he was the one that had brought her into the dream, it was her mind that had created the setting. It was why she was not telling him the things he wanted to hear from her. It was why her sorrow and reluctance were real. It was why things were not going the way he wanted them to, because they were also going her way.
H is body beg an to go numb with the shock and disbelief filling it. He knew how the ir minds had connected, knew he had been the one to do it. But he ’ d had n o intention of ever letting such a thing happen. But wh ile asleep , his subconscious must have reached out to hers . It had tak en hold of her mind , and drawn it in. He had never had any intention of ever seizing hold of her mind, but apparently his subconscious had not felt the same way .
Devon bit back a curse, not wanting to frighten or upset her anymore. There was no reason for her to know what had happened, how this had occurred , or the reason that it felt so real was because there were two minds creating it . It was better for her to continue to consider this just a strange, oddly real dream. She could never know what he was, what he was capable of, what he could do to her. He didn ’ t know her well, but she would run screaming if she knew the truth , and he would not blame her in the least.
The only problem was that no matter w hat she said, or what she wanted , he was afraid that this dream might mean she wouldn’t have an option. And he feared that neither did he . They barely knew each other, but his ability had taken them both over, and brought them both here . He had never had such a thing happen b efore, had never lost control of his ability in such a way . Even when he had been a novice , floundering and uncertain of his powers, he had never lost control of them.
He had a bad feeling that he finally knew what all of th is meant. He just didn ’ t want to recognize the truth of it . He still didn’t even have a place to stay in town yet and hadn’t intend ed to stay in town for much longer. Now he was fearful that he may not have a choice about staying or going.
Wrapping his fingers through hers, he shut his thoughts off, not wanting to deal with them right now. He knew that it would only result in a tangled mess of confusion that he was not in the mood to sort through. For now, all he wanted was to hold her, talk to her, and make both of their dreams come true.
“Would you like to sit by the lake?”
Her face lit with pleasure, her eyes sparked merrily. He knew in that moment that he would do everything he could to make her smile
What kind of crazy damn dream was this anyway?
Though she kept her face pressed into the palm of his hand she turned her attention back to the lake. “I used to love com ing here,” she whispered.
Devon started in surprise as he turned toward the pristine lake. The field surrounding it was covered with blue, yellow, and white wild flowers that flowed toward the edge of a thick forest. The blades of grass , and wild flowers , swayed beneath the soft breeze that trickled over them. There was a dock stretching toward the middle of the lake . A single tree was off to the side , a rope swing was tied to a branch that dipp ed over the water . He could almost hear children laughing as they swung out over the water and released the rope.
Though it could have been one of a hundred lakes in the world, it was not one that he had ever seen before. “You know this place?” he inquired softly.
She turned back to him, the sorrow momentarily slipping from her as she grinned brightly. “Oh, very well. It’ s L ake Waldorph . Chris and I used to spend three weeks every summer at the camp just beyond those woods. Those were wonderful summers.”
Devon focused on the lake again; horror fill ed him as he turned from its smooth surface back to her. This was not only his dream, he realized with a start, but also hers . Though he was the one that had brought her into the dream, it was her mind that had created the setting. It was why she was not telling him the things he wanted to hear from her. It was why her sorrow and reluctance were real. It was why things were not going the way he wanted them to, because they were also going her way.
H is body beg an to go numb with the shock and disbelief filling it. He knew how the ir minds had connected, knew he had been the one to do it. But he ’ d had n o intention of ever letting such a thing happen. But wh ile asleep , his subconscious must have reached out to hers . It had tak en hold of her mind , and drawn it in. He had never had any intention of ever seizing hold of her mind, but apparently his subconscious had not felt the same way .
Devon bit back a curse, not wanting to frighten or upset her anymore. There was no reason for her to know what had happened, how this had occurred , or the reason that it felt so real was because there were two minds creating it . It was better for her to continue to consider this just a strange, oddly real dream. She could never know what he was, what he was capable of, what he could do to her. He didn ’ t know her well, but she would run screaming if she knew the truth , and he would not blame her in the least.
The only problem was that no matter w hat she said, or what she wanted , he was afraid that this dream might mean she wouldn’t have an option. And he feared that neither did he . They barely knew each other, but his ability had taken them both over, and brought them both here . He had never had such a thing happen b efore, had never lost control of his ability in such a way . Even when he had been a novice , floundering and uncertain of his powers, he had never lost control of them.
He had a bad feeling that he finally knew what all of th is meant. He just didn ’ t want to recognize the truth of it . He still didn’t even have a place to stay in town yet and hadn’t intend ed to stay in town for much longer. Now he was fearful that he may not have a choice about staying or going.
Wrapping his fingers through hers, he shut his thoughts off, not wanting to deal with them right now. He knew that it would only result in a tangled mess of confusion that he was not in the mood to sort through. For now, all he wanted was to hold her, talk to her, and make both of their dreams come true.
“Would you like to sit by the lake?”
Her face lit with pleasure, her eyes sparked merrily. He knew in that moment that he would do everything he could to make her smile
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