Dream Trysts: A Sleeping Beauty Story (Passion-Filled FairyTales Book 4) by Rosetta Bloom Read Free Book Online Page B

We just need to get through tonight. Some peace in your room should be good.”
    Rose nodded again. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll rest.”
    * * *
    Rose went inside, leaving Hilly and Dwennon outside. After a few minutes of silence between the couple, Hilly asked. “What’s going on?”
    “I’m not sure, Hilly,” he said.  “But I think she may be my blind spot.”
    Hilly gasped. “Surely, no,” she said. “You’ve never had a blind spot before. And never with her.”
    Dwennon hobbled over to an outdoor chair that had been blown over and picked it up. He sat and sighed. “Every seer has a blind spot, one soul whose future they can’t access.”
    “But you’ve seen her before,” Hilly said.
    “Have I?” asked Dwennon. “You know how seers work, love. We connect with the world around us, with the people around us, and we use those connections to construct the future path of those people. But what if I have never connected with her? What if I have been constructing my visions for her based on the other connections I have — the connections to Blissa, to Edmund, to Maurelle, to myself? What if it was never her?”
    Hilly bit her lower lip and leaned on the wall of the cottage. If her husband was right, that wasn’t good. It meant he could be wrong. It meant Rose might not be safe from Maurelle. “Should we take her back early?” Hilly asked. “Would she be better protected at the castle?”
    Dwennon closed his eyes, searched the future. “I still see her fine. I still see her fine if she stays with us. She’s gone to rest. We’ll let her rest, and I doubt anything will go wrong. She’s safe here with us.”

Chapter 10
     
    Rose went to her room and lay on the bed. She did want to rest a moment, to consider what had happened. She’d never felt anything like that. Yet, it had felt almost like nothing. She’d created significant winds without feeling it. Or maybe she’d just marshalled the wind. She wasn’t sure.
    Regardless, it was startling and even scary. She wondered if what she did with James in her dreams had been because of the fairy magic. She thought it had just been the whimsy of dreams that allowed her to control them. But perhaps not. Perhaps it was a sign of her magic emerging in the human world.
    She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed thoughts of her fairy magic from her mind. Right now, she needed to see James. More than anything, she wanted to see him in the flesh, to touch his skin and know that he was as real as she was.
    She took some of the extra pillows that lined her bed and shoved them beneath to blankets to make it look as if she were sleeping.  Then she went to her dresser and found the box that contained the remaining fairy stones. Scooping one up, she let it settle in the palm of her hand, then wrapped her fingers around it and whispered, “Take me to James.”
    She closed her eyes as the process began. This time she knew not to scream, for that is what she had done earlier today when she and Hilly had used the stones. It felt a bit like being set afire. There was a sensation of intense heat starting in your core, and then it spread to the rest of your body. If your eyes were open, you’d see your body slowly falling away, as if it were ash, and disappearing into the wind. Only, a moment later, your parts seemed to reform where you intended to go, and the fiery sensation prickling your entire body melted away, leaving you whole and complete at your destination.
    Rose had expected something called a fairy stone to leave one with a more pleasant sensation. But that is why you needed to be a fairy to use one. Hilly said humans actually burned away if they attempted to use one.
    While Rose had been concerned about getting away without being caught, as she arrived in a little thicket of trees in the wood, she realized perhaps she should have been concerned about something else: how she looked. Yes, her dress was fine for a trip to the market, and spending time