Rock Star (Dream Weaver #2) by Su Williams Read Free Book Online

part of my life existed up these stairs and down this hall. My answers, my solutions lay past all the closed doors to the last one that was ajar a couple of inches, and glowed ill-omened around the edges like a passage to another realm. Another couch stretched behind the railing, a higher viewing point for the gigantic movie screen below. The light from within cast a bright stripe across the floor and the railing, and sliced the couch in two.
                  I edged closer, silent, barely breathing, listening for any sound that might give me away or reveal the occupant of the golden lit room. Through the bright crack, I spotted the corner of a large desk in a deep varnished mahogany. I eased myself closer. An wingback office chair sat behind the desk and I spied a man’s elbow, resting on the arm of the chair. I leaned toward the shaft of light and was rewarded with the sight of half the man’s face; his lower lip rested on point of his steepled fingers, his dark eyes and chestnut hair. He was statue-still, deep in thought. Then, his body shifted my direction.
                  “You may come in, Emari,” he said, so quietly I wondered if I imagined it, though I knew I hadn’t. I pushed the door open a few more inches.
                  “Sabre?” I closed my eyes and rummaged my memories, not really sure how I knew his name. Recognition and fear battled in my heart; each with a valid argument.
                  Sabre smiled and leaned toward me. I couldn’t help feeling like Eddy when he heard a strange sound. My eyes stretched wide, seeing but not comprehending all I perceived.
                  “Yes, Emari. You remember,” he said, as he held his hand out to me.
                  My feet drifted forward a few steps of their own volition. “You’ve got some explaining to do, I think,” I told him.
                  I eased closer and slid my hand into his, and with the warmth of his touch came a gentle trickle of memories. Sabre was—a friend? Of sorts. He wasn’t the fiend, the kidnapper I’d feared he was, but the abstracted memories were laced with uncertainty, some hidden dark truth plated through with sentimentality.
                  “You’re safe here, Emari.”
                  I tried to smile, my best fake smile, and Sabre chuckled. Turning from his condescending amusement, I noticed another man in the room as he rose from another chair across from the desk. I scanned his face from my place of presumed safety, cowered against Sabre’s side. Those eyes. My heart raced and I ducked behind Sabre, a shield between me and those eyes. They were the eyes that followed me in my dreams, stalked me through the streets of Seattle, hunted me from the cheering crowds. The glint on the irises was alluring, drawing in my heart; but my heart was still filled with hesitation. Who was this man with the magnetic pull on me that awakened a dormant terror? The battle of divided fronts raged in my head.
                  Sabre’s arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me against his side. I clutched his shirt in my fist. His presence was my only anchor to the truth, and even that was tenuous. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a self-satisfied smirk creep across his lips as he watched the other man, who glared at him and sneered. “Sabre…” I cowered against my protector, not sure if he was any safer.
                  Sabre’s chest rumbled with quiet laughter and he heaved a dramatic sigh. “All right, fine. You can have her back.”
                  “What? No. I don’t know him. I don’t trust him,” I retorted. Sabre only chuckled. I narrowed my eyes and glanced between the two men.
                  The man’s eyes softened and he reached a hand to me. “You did once,” he said, the glimmer of tears sparkled in his eyes. “Please, Emari. Just let me help you