Dream Huntress (A Dreamseeker novel) (Entangled Ignite) by Michelle Sharp Read Free Book Online Page A

empty stare and motionless body disturbed him more than the fighting. She looked terrified, as if she had no idea where she was.
    He said her name, soft enough to soothe but forceful enough to bring her back.
    She took a couple of sharp breaths, then struggled against his grip. Twisting her head to look at her restrained hands, she screamed, “What are you doing? Don’t touch me, let go. Let me go!”
    He released her, and she shot out of bed, but her legs folded underneath her. She dropped to the floor, gagged, then clamped a hand over her mouth.
    “Jesus. Fuck. I’m calling an ambulance.” Ty hopped up, dashing into the next room searching for his phone. His hands shook. Sweat slid down his temple. “Damn it.” He couldn’t find his phone.
    “Ty, no. Stop. No ambulance. I’m okay.”
    The words came from her bedroom and were barely audible, but he heard them, and they stopped him dead. It was the first fully coherent thing she’d said. He sucked in some air and walked back into her room.
    She was silent now, the only noise was his breath heaving in and out. “What the hell was that?”
    She didn’t answer.
    He crouched beside her. “Can you move? Can you stand?”
    She nodded but then slumped back against the bed and closed her eyes. She looked like a broken doll. Tears streaked her cheeks, and blood oozed from the scratches on her neck. A good portion of her hair had been wrestled from its ponytail. Her teeth chattered, and what began as slight shivering quickly morphed into a full-body tremor.
    He couldn’t stand to leave her on the floor any longer. He slipped one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. In one quick swoop, he lifted her and then set her gently on the bed.
    Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, stared straight through him.
    “Jordan, look at me.” He laid a hand against her cheek and eased her face toward him. “Look. At. Me.”
    …
    Jordan clenched her jaw, attempting to control the way her teeth were knocking together. She ordered herself to choke down the nausea and think through the dream. A few moments of clarity started to fuse into meaning.
    It was a new dream. A new victim.
    God, she hated when the dead invaded her dreams with their cryptic messages. Just once, couldn’t the vision be straightforward instead of hazy and incomplete?
    The beautiful girl had been raped and murdered, that much was clear. But who was she? And who was the boy?
    “Jordan, is it your head? Are you all right?”
    Ty said something. She replied with an automatic nod, though she wasn’t entirely sure what he’d asked. The girl’s face, she would never forget—classically beautiful, long dark hair, soft eyes. But the boy appeared out of focus. Damn it, she couldn’t remember the boy. Not even his height or hair color.
    “Jordan.” Ty pulled a blanket around her shoulders and squeezed. “Talk to me.” He reached for the cordless phone by her pillow and clicked it on.
    The dial tone drew her back to the moment. Grabbing the phone from him, she clicked it off. “C-c-cold. I’m just so, so cold.” She pulled her arm into the cocoon of the blanket. “But I don’t need an ambulance. I told you that.”
    It wasn’t unusual for the visions to hold on for several minutes after she woke, but tonight she wasn’t alone. She glared at Ty. “You were supposed to leave. Why didn’t you leave?”
    He stood and paced the room. A humorless laugh surged from his throat. “Gee, I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d wake up feeling kind of rough. Just not that rough. Damn.”
    He turned toward her, too many questions in his eyes. She’d never be able to field them all. The smug tough guy who’d pushed his way into her apartment and raked her over the coals for working at Buck’s looked like he’d just discovered the Grim Reaper in the room with them. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I had a bad dream. I ju—”
    “Okay. It’s…okay.” He drew his hand across his face, pausing to rub his eyes.