invitation.
“Michelle,” he breathed. “I’m sorry.” He wrapped me in his unwanted embrace.
I didn’t have a chance to fight his touch as I slipped into another premonition.
I stood in an empty bedroom. A king-sized bed with a white, down comforter monopolized the space. Two towels sat on the bed. Folded into the shape of swans, they faced each other to form a heart with their heads and necks. A black, white, and brown abstract painting hung on the wall above the bed. To the left, long black and brown patterned curtains dominated the wall.
Emmitt strode through the door on my right. In his arms, he cradled a woman dressed only in a robe. They were completely lip-locked. Emotions warred in me, mostly my physical attraction to him against my good common sense.
Then, I realized he carried me and gasped. My fingers tangled in his hair, fisting it to hold him in place. The groaning noise the other me made caused me to blush in embarrassment.
When Emmitt gently laid me on the bed, I tried to look away, but my gaze drifted back. Because of my discomfort, I missed what I said, but heard Emmitt’s reply.
“It hurts to wait.”
I watched in shock as I bit Emmitt hard on the neck.
My heart raced wildly as the vision left me. I’d looked very much in love and happy. He’d been completely ecstatic when I’d bitten him. Definitely not how I’d look if someone bit me.
Emmitt still held me in his arms. I struggled to breathe. Not because he held me tight. No, his gentle hold didn’t hurt in the least. A monster held me. One I would bite. Were these visions really the future, or were they a warning?
“Give me three weeks,” he said, oblivious to what I’d just witnessed. “Stay. Give me a chance. Get to know me. If you can’t accept me after three weeks, I will help you go wherever you want to keep you safe from whatever you’re running from.”
I pulled away at his words, and he let me go. Taking a step back, I put space between us. Did he really not know? He watched me calmly, his expression not revealing his thoughts. I looked down at the floor, my mind working quickly.
Blake’s teeth elongated. So did Emmitt’s. Emmitt had shown me more, though. Could they be different? No. I didn’t believe in that much of a coincidence. How could two people do the same thing and not be the same?
If I didn’t believe in coincidence, then meeting Emmitt at the diner had been a setup. But how could it? I’d driven randomly. Granted, they’d tracked my car, but how could they know where I’d stop. And, Emmitt had been halfway through his meal.
I remembered the way he’d looked at me. He’d frozen in surprise as much as I had. I started thinking of the things he’d done since we’d met. He’d helped us run, found us a place to sleep, offered us a place to stay, bought us toothbrushes, watched movies with me, played with the boys, built a swing set, and made me feel safe. None of that matched with what I knew of Blake and his men. They wouldn’t have done anything remotely nice like Emmitt had. I told Frank to stuff himself and ended up pinned to a wall. I kicked and elbowed Emmitt, and his only response was to hold me gently while he had begged me to listen.
I peeked up at Emmitt’s solemn face. Perhaps, if there were a lot of them out there, he really didn’t know Blake. Though part of me worried that there might be an untold number of them in existence, I also realized that abundance might work to my advantage. Emmitt could truly be the help I needed. Could I learn something useful from him? Learn what I was up against?
Before I grew too hopeful, the memory of the last premonition swamped me, and my insides twitched as if I’d consumed too much caffeine. If I stayed, would that be my fate? To be with Emmitt?
“What are you?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
He smiled slightly, maybe nervously.
“Michelle,” he breathed. “I’m sorry.” He wrapped me in his unwanted embrace.
I didn’t have a chance to fight his touch as I slipped into another premonition.
I stood in an empty bedroom. A king-sized bed with a white, down comforter monopolized the space. Two towels sat on the bed. Folded into the shape of swans, they faced each other to form a heart with their heads and necks. A black, white, and brown abstract painting hung on the wall above the bed. To the left, long black and brown patterned curtains dominated the wall.
Emmitt strode through the door on my right. In his arms, he cradled a woman dressed only in a robe. They were completely lip-locked. Emotions warred in me, mostly my physical attraction to him against my good common sense.
Then, I realized he carried me and gasped. My fingers tangled in his hair, fisting it to hold him in place. The groaning noise the other me made caused me to blush in embarrassment.
When Emmitt gently laid me on the bed, I tried to look away, but my gaze drifted back. Because of my discomfort, I missed what I said, but heard Emmitt’s reply.
“It hurts to wait.”
I watched in shock as I bit Emmitt hard on the neck.
My heart raced wildly as the vision left me. I’d looked very much in love and happy. He’d been completely ecstatic when I’d bitten him. Definitely not how I’d look if someone bit me.
Emmitt still held me in his arms. I struggled to breathe. Not because he held me tight. No, his gentle hold didn’t hurt in the least. A monster held me. One I would bite. Were these visions really the future, or were they a warning?
“Give me three weeks,” he said, oblivious to what I’d just witnessed. “Stay. Give me a chance. Get to know me. If you can’t accept me after three weeks, I will help you go wherever you want to keep you safe from whatever you’re running from.”
I pulled away at his words, and he let me go. Taking a step back, I put space between us. Did he really not know? He watched me calmly, his expression not revealing his thoughts. I looked down at the floor, my mind working quickly.
Blake’s teeth elongated. So did Emmitt’s. Emmitt had shown me more, though. Could they be different? No. I didn’t believe in that much of a coincidence. How could two people do the same thing and not be the same?
If I didn’t believe in coincidence, then meeting Emmitt at the diner had been a setup. But how could it? I’d driven randomly. Granted, they’d tracked my car, but how could they know where I’d stop. And, Emmitt had been halfway through his meal.
I remembered the way he’d looked at me. He’d frozen in surprise as much as I had. I started thinking of the things he’d done since we’d met. He’d helped us run, found us a place to sleep, offered us a place to stay, bought us toothbrushes, watched movies with me, played with the boys, built a swing set, and made me feel safe. None of that matched with what I knew of Blake and his men. They wouldn’t have done anything remotely nice like Emmitt had. I told Frank to stuff himself and ended up pinned to a wall. I kicked and elbowed Emmitt, and his only response was to hold me gently while he had begged me to listen.
I peeked up at Emmitt’s solemn face. Perhaps, if there were a lot of them out there, he really didn’t know Blake. Though part of me worried that there might be an untold number of them in existence, I also realized that abundance might work to my advantage. Emmitt could truly be the help I needed. Could I learn something useful from him? Learn what I was up against?
Before I grew too hopeful, the memory of the last premonition swamped me, and my insides twitched as if I’d consumed too much caffeine. If I stayed, would that be my fate? To be with Emmitt?
“What are you?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
He smiled slightly, maybe nervously.
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