Fever 4 - DreamFever by Karen Marie Moning Read Free Book Online Page B

never did. I wish I knew her.
      He touches my face.
      There is something different in his touch. It feels like he's saying good-bye, and I
know a moment of panic. But my dream sky darkens and sleep's moon fills the horizon.
      "Don't leave me." I thrash in the sheets.
      "I'm not, Mac."
      I know I am dreaming then, because dreams are home to the absurd and what he says
next is beyond absurd.
      "You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl."
 
    W      e're "Tubthumping" again. He makes me dance around the room, shouting: I get
knocked down but I get up again. You're never gonna keep me down.
      He dances with me. We shout the lyrics at each other. Something about seeing this
man, this big, sexual, powerful--and, some part of me knows, highly dangerous and
    unpredictable--man, dancing nude, shouting that he's never going to be kept down,
completely undoes me.
      I feel as if I am seeing something forbidden. I know without knowing how I know
that the circumstances under which he would behave in such a fashion are incalculably
few.
      Suddenly I am laughing and cannot stop. I laugh so hard I cannot breathe. "Oh, God,
Barrons," I finally gasp. "I never knew you could dance. Or have fun, for that matter."
      He freezes. "Ms. Lane?" he says slowly.
      "Huh? Who's she?"
      He stares at me, hard. "Who am I?"
      I stare back. There is danger here, in this moment. I do not like it. I want more
"Tubthumping" and tell him so, but he turns off the music.
       "What happened on Halloween, Ms. Lane?" He fires the question at me, and I now
have the strangest feeling he has been asking me this question over and over for a long
time but I block it every time he asks it. Refuse to even hear it. And that perhaps there
are dozens of questions he's been asking me that I have been refusing to hear.
       Why is he calling me that new name? I am not she. He repeats the question.
Halloween. The word gives me chills. Something dark tries to bubble up in my mind, to
break the surface I keep placid and still with sex, sex, sex, and suddenly I am no longer
laughing but my body is trembling and my bones are so soft I fall to my knees.
      I clutch my head in my hands and shake it violently.
      No, no, no. I do not want to know!
      Images bombard me: A mob shouting, surging out of control. Rain-slicked, shiny
dark streets. Shadows moving hungrily in the darkness. A red Ferrari. Glass breaking.
Fires burning. People being driven, herded into hell.
       A place of books and lights that falls to the enemy. It mattered to me, that place. I'd
lost so much, but at least I had that place.
      A gruesome meal. A weapon I both need and fear. People rioting. Trampling one
another. A city burning. A belfry. A closet. Darkness and fear. Finally, dawn.
      Holy water splashing, hissing on steel.
      A church.
      I shut down. Walls slam in my heart, my mind. I will not go there. There is/was/will
never be a church in my existence.
      I look up at him.
      I know him. I do not trust him. Or is it me I do not trust?
      "You are my lover," I say.
      He sighs and rubs his jaw. "Mac, we have to leave this room. It's bad out there. It's
been months. I need you back."
      "I am right here."
      "What happened at the"--he breaks off, his nostrils flare, and a muscle works in his
jaw--"church?"
      It seems he does not want to hear about what happened at this church any more than I
want to know about it. If we are in agreement on this, why does he push?
      "I do not know that word," I say coolly.
      "Church, Mac. Unseelie Princes. Remember?"
      "I do not know those words."
      "They raped you."
      "I do not know that word!" My hands are fists; my nails hurt me.
      "They took your will. They took your power. They made you feel helpless. Lost.
Alone. Dead inside."
      "You should have been there!" I snarl, but I have no idea why. I was never at a
church. I am shaking violently. I feel like I might explode.
      He drops to the floor on his knees in front of me