Between Loves (The Pendant Series Book 2) by Cynthia Austin Read Free Book Online Page A

turned and ran away.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
     
    Alive
     
    I shot straight up in bed and sat there, breathless.
    What kind of sick dream was that?
    I glanced over at Ray’s side of the bed as I quietly tried to assemble my thoughts. He was sleeping soundly next to me. He looked so peaceful and I considered this may have been the most sleep he’d gotten in the past two days. I had been so consumed with my grief for Nouri and the unanswered questions of who had murdered her that I really never stopped to consider what Ray had been going through and how he must be feeling after discovering Nouri’s cold, dead body. Not to mention me being beaten on the ground.
    Of course, he hadn’t slept well since Monday. He’d been preoccupied at my bedside making sure I was okay. Despite Ray’s character flaws, there was no doubt that he did love me.
    I carefully slid out of bed and crept over to my closet. Although I adored my new dress, I needed to be a bit more comfortable and so I slipped on some black sweat pants and a soft cotton top. I opened the laptop and very quietly slid into the seat at my desk.
    My heart told me to make my latest dream more real and so I began to notate it in my online journal. Every morning while my mind was fresh, I recorded as much as I could remember from my subconscious journey to uncover what it was that Samael was trying to show me.
    Samael’s coming for you, Sidney. Don’t let the dreams or his charm fool you. It’s all lies.
    My mother’s warning rang out in my mind before I brushed it off. It was all just a dream. No one was coming for me. I just had to figure out the point to these annoying midnight ventures and then I was sure they would stop.
    But I was alone in this endeavor.
    The main man in my life was anything but enamored with my enthusiasm. I had told Ray all about the dreams the instant they began, but of course they had nothing to do with him, so they didn’t hold his interest.
    In fairness to the devotion he had shown me this week, I tried to make my presence as miniscule as possible. But my typing fingers still woke him.
    “Are you serious?” I heard him mumble with his face in the pillow. I glanced back and saw his thick, golden curls illuminated by the setting sun through our bedroom window.
    Like a compulsive romantic I shushed him. “Go back to sleep, I need to write this down before I forget it.” I could hear him grumbling as I tip-toed out of the bedroom to enter my rapidly disappearing memories of my latest dream.
    He hissed, “You say you keep having the same dream. Can’t you write it down the next time you have it at a more reasonable hour? Who cares if you forget it, Sid? It’s just a meaningless dream.”
    I gave him a parting shot as I closed the door. “I have to figure this out.”
    He groaned.
    That was Ray, it was always about him. I ignored his tantrum as he shouted at me through the door. I didn’t bother telling him the dream had evolved since I had met Adrian. Ray would never understand and instead just get angry I had mentioned the name he wished I would forget.
    Taking the computer into the spare bedroom across the hall, I sat down and began to type the new details of my dream with the incestuous siblings, more accurately , sibling . I suppose during biblical times, that sort of thing took place, but did I really need to dream about it?
    Gross.
    After typing the dream, I sat back and evaluated my work. Why would my mother warn me about this Samael character? There is no way he could be real. The entire story was beyond bizarre and I still failed to understand the point of all this nonsense.
    Slamming the laptop down, I headed downstairs.
    It was close to five o’clock in the evening and I remembered I had asked Adrian to meet me tonight. I thought maybe I could leave Ray a note and sneak out of the house before anyone saw me.
    No such luck.
    As I galloped down the stairs, I noticed Chrissy sitting on the couch trying on