but notice how handsome he is.
“How the fuck does that happen?” He crosses his arms as his eyes rove my perfectly uninjured body. “We've offered you sanctuary. We have a Reaper guard outside your door. There's no way he could've entered.” His intense gaze searches mine.
“He doesn't have to,” Ren explains. “All he must do is know the pathway of dreams. If he can find a map to get to Nova, he can hunt her down as she rests. It's horribly simple.”
“How can he, Ren?” I ask miserably. I feel like checking myself but I'm too embarrassed. I can't really look at my crotch with two men I lust after in the same room.
Not gonna happen.
“He must be Reaper, demonic and something far worse.”
Brandon grabs Ren's shirt, hauling him close.
“Don't,” I plead. I don't want my Harborer hurt again. He's all I have in the weirdness that's my life.
Brandon's gaze moves over my face, and he sighs, letting go of Ren's shirt.
“Tell. Us. What. The. Fuck. It. Means.”
“He must be a Druid priest.”
“Fuck me,” I say.
Ren gives me a sharp look. “He almost did.”
Goddess. Only a priest could do something in a dream state and make it manifest in the conscious realm. That speaks of great power. I see my fears reflected in Ren’s expression.
“In a dream?” Brandon scoffs.
Ren nods. “If he'd succeeded, his semen would have been like a poison that would contaminate her and all who had relations with her. It's comprehensive and insidious. It takes out her and any number of”—he meets Brandon's gaze—“warriors who would breed with her.”
I fall back on the bed, forearm over my eyes and sob.
Why can't I just have a regular boyfriend?
And can somebody pass the Ambien? Maybe I’ll can be safe if I'm dreamless.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Brandon
“So let me get this straight.”
I plug my hands on my hips and walk it off.
I'm pissed. Mainly at myself because I have no way to protect Nova. Here she is, smack dab in the center of the only sanctuary I can provide, and this dream-fuck is trying to stick it to her while she sleeps.
And man, do we all need the rest. The past few days have been nothing but one epic clusterfuck after another.
Nova is crying. Female. In. Tears.
What the fuck do I do now?
I sigh, dropping my hands into fists by my side, and stride over to her.
“Nova?” I edge onto the side of the bed. One ass cheek balances along the seam of the mattress.
She folds her hands around her face.
“It's my fault!”
I meet Ren's gaze.
He shrugs. “Druid females are highly volatile.”
Nova drops her hands. “Fuck right off, Ren.”
He smiles. “It stopped the caterwauling.” He shrugs innocently.
“Gee, thanks. I almost get raped in my dream by some pyscho out-of-body Druid priest posing as a demonic-Reaper wannabe, and you say I'm volatile?”
She throws herself back and heaves a great sigh. “You dudes!”
A knock falls on the solid wood door.
“Yes?” I call.
“It's me.”
I lift an eyebrow. Mother.
This couldn't get any more complicated if I had custom-ordered it.
“Come in.” Why the hell not? What more could happen? I'm all thumbs at this comforting thing. Nova's not responding to my protection, claim, lust, or presence all that great.
Mother walks in carrying Gabriella.
Nova's face stills. “Who is this? Madonna and child?” She makes a noise of disdain and crosses her arms underneath her breasts.
I try not to stare in front of Mom and my little sister, but Nova's got me, fang, line, and sinker.
I could have told Nova not to take on my mother, but I smirk instead, ready to watch the show.
Mother raises an eyebrow. “Listen, you're being an ungrateful, whining shrew. We're opening our home to you, and the rest of us are sufficient Druid to breed, so it's not like you're the only one. Cut the bull and pull up your big-girl panties.”
Nova's face freezes. I bet she is often shocked. “Who the hell are you?”
I love this part. “That's my mom,
“How the fuck does that happen?” He crosses his arms as his eyes rove my perfectly uninjured body. “We've offered you sanctuary. We have a Reaper guard outside your door. There's no way he could've entered.” His intense gaze searches mine.
“He doesn't have to,” Ren explains. “All he must do is know the pathway of dreams. If he can find a map to get to Nova, he can hunt her down as she rests. It's horribly simple.”
“How can he, Ren?” I ask miserably. I feel like checking myself but I'm too embarrassed. I can't really look at my crotch with two men I lust after in the same room.
Not gonna happen.
“He must be Reaper, demonic and something far worse.”
Brandon grabs Ren's shirt, hauling him close.
“Don't,” I plead. I don't want my Harborer hurt again. He's all I have in the weirdness that's my life.
Brandon's gaze moves over my face, and he sighs, letting go of Ren's shirt.
“Tell. Us. What. The. Fuck. It. Means.”
“He must be a Druid priest.”
“Fuck me,” I say.
Ren gives me a sharp look. “He almost did.”
Goddess. Only a priest could do something in a dream state and make it manifest in the conscious realm. That speaks of great power. I see my fears reflected in Ren’s expression.
“In a dream?” Brandon scoffs.
Ren nods. “If he'd succeeded, his semen would have been like a poison that would contaminate her and all who had relations with her. It's comprehensive and insidious. It takes out her and any number of”—he meets Brandon's gaze—“warriors who would breed with her.”
I fall back on the bed, forearm over my eyes and sob.
Why can't I just have a regular boyfriend?
And can somebody pass the Ambien? Maybe I’ll can be safe if I'm dreamless.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Brandon
“So let me get this straight.”
I plug my hands on my hips and walk it off.
I'm pissed. Mainly at myself because I have no way to protect Nova. Here she is, smack dab in the center of the only sanctuary I can provide, and this dream-fuck is trying to stick it to her while she sleeps.
And man, do we all need the rest. The past few days have been nothing but one epic clusterfuck after another.
Nova is crying. Female. In. Tears.
What the fuck do I do now?
I sigh, dropping my hands into fists by my side, and stride over to her.
“Nova?” I edge onto the side of the bed. One ass cheek balances along the seam of the mattress.
She folds her hands around her face.
“It's my fault!”
I meet Ren's gaze.
He shrugs. “Druid females are highly volatile.”
Nova drops her hands. “Fuck right off, Ren.”
He smiles. “It stopped the caterwauling.” He shrugs innocently.
“Gee, thanks. I almost get raped in my dream by some pyscho out-of-body Druid priest posing as a demonic-Reaper wannabe, and you say I'm volatile?”
She throws herself back and heaves a great sigh. “You dudes!”
A knock falls on the solid wood door.
“Yes?” I call.
“It's me.”
I lift an eyebrow. Mother.
This couldn't get any more complicated if I had custom-ordered it.
“Come in.” Why the hell not? What more could happen? I'm all thumbs at this comforting thing. Nova's not responding to my protection, claim, lust, or presence all that great.
Mother walks in carrying Gabriella.
Nova's face stills. “Who is this? Madonna and child?” She makes a noise of disdain and crosses her arms underneath her breasts.
I try not to stare in front of Mom and my little sister, but Nova's got me, fang, line, and sinker.
I could have told Nova not to take on my mother, but I smirk instead, ready to watch the show.
Mother raises an eyebrow. “Listen, you're being an ungrateful, whining shrew. We're opening our home to you, and the rest of us are sufficient Druid to breed, so it's not like you're the only one. Cut the bull and pull up your big-girl panties.”
Nova's face freezes. I bet she is often shocked. “Who the hell are you?”
I love this part. “That's my mom,
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