Dreamers (The Dreamers Series) by Brooklin Skye Read Free Book Online Page A

together.
    I swear to you, that bitch is going to pay for what she’s done.
    I’m slipping her a pill tonight, and then I’m coming to get you.
    If all goes bad and I never return, know that I love you, and everything you NEED to know is right here in this building. I know if I disappear someone will read this someday and maybe they can help you if I can’t.
    I don’t understand what I’m reading. There is absolutely no way Heather has anything to do with Dominick’s death. I begin frantically flipping backwards through the journal, but it’s too late—the Ambien hits me, giving me only enough time to crawl from the floor to the bed. There is no escaping it this time. I’m drifting quickly into his world with no defense. Reality darkens.
    ***
    I drift towards the window, catching his scent before ever making it to the opening. I stop several feet short of the sill.
    “Dominick,” I whisper into the night.
    “You know my name already? I’m impressed. Come a little closer, sweetheart.”
    It’s not easy—resisting his plea. He has magnetism about him, making it nearly impossible to disobey his commands. Be that as it may, I determinedly remain strong.
    “No, you come closer. I’m not coming anywhere near that window. I don’t trust you after last time.”
    Without pause he appears behind me.
    Admittedly, I feel slightly more empowered by finding the resistance to avoid the window. Yet, I still can’t find the strength to face him. His pull is strong—too strong. I continue facing away as I speak, getting straight to the point of where I need this conversation to go.
    “I came looking for you for a reason. What do you want from me?”
    “So direct, I like that,” he says with an amused tone.
    “I’m not really interested in what you like. You tricked me into a dangerous situation last time we met. I’d like to know why?”
    “Turn around,” he orders.
    From behind I can feel his presence. There is no hostility, but his arrogance is extremely off-putting. This bit of control he believes he holds over me isn’t settling well as I realize he could easily use it against me if I let him.
    “No. I don’t want you toying with my head. I don’t want to face you.” I stand firm.
    “You don’t have to face me in order for me to toy with your head. I just wanted to see your beautiful face, and ask a favor of you. I could use your help.”
    Did he seriously just call me beautiful? He thinks he knows how to work me. Wrong.
    “Let me get this straight, you want me to help you, and completely forget the fact that you almost made me fall out of an open window the other night? That’ll never happen. I’m not helping you.”
    “I wouldn’t have let you fall. I was just playin’.” He tickles my sides from behind.
    I grab his hands, startled by the electricity they thrust through my skin. His strong fingers are like magnets, clinging firmly to my hips. I force myself to fully push them away, but not without a determined effort. Either he doesn’t want to let go, or I don’t want him to. Either way, for now I’m free of his grip, aside from the tingling sensation his touch left behind.
    “Go play with somebody else. Even if I wanted to help you— which I don’t—I can’t.”
    “I can be very persuasive,” he confidently remarks.
    “For every ounce of persuasion, I have double in stubbornness. No amount of persuasion would ever make me want to help you. You’re obviously not a good person or you would have crossed over. I know how these things work. I watch the Sci-Fi channel.”
    Although his genuine laugh tells me I inflicted no insult, I instantly regret my harsh words. I have no idea what landed him here. Likewise, I have no right to accuse him of being a bad person. The truth is, it’s bothering the hell out of me that I do like him and I can’t stop myself from wanting to turn around—just to drink in his gorgeous features once again. I don’t know if it’s him playing mind tricks or