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

felt the rumble of his chest as he chuckled at me. “Let me go!” Sabre held firm. “Why?” I screeched at Nick. “What gave you the right? Who the hell do you think you are?”
                  It was then I saw beyond the rage, the blood that gushed from Nick’s nose unstaunched, and gazed into those nebulous eyes as they clouded with grief. I stopped struggling against Sabre’s grip, and choked out a sob.
                  “Get yourself cleaned up,” Sabre growled.
                  Nick’s eyes found mine as he hesitantly stepped forward. “Em…”
                  My muscles stiffened and I snarled at him, a wounded creature warning against approach. Sabre’s grip loosened on my arms, as though he hoped I’d cold-cock Nick one more time. Nick’s body drew back with a glimmer, like glitter swirling in water. And then, he was gone. Sabre’s arms fell away from me and he retreated to the desk, where he leaned on the edge and folded his arms across his chest.
                  “And you!” I rounded on him. “How could you let him do that to me? How could you let him erase my memories like that?” My last memories of either of them were in the aftermath of devastation after the Wraith, Thomas, attacked me in my home.
                  Sabre raised his hands in defense. “Whoa there, chica. I was the one who opposed it. But Nick figures you’re marked territory, that he gets to call the shots. I was just biding my time. I knew you’d drift eventually and come looking for us.”
                  Yes, now I remembered that word. Drift. They guys used it when memories leaked. Which seemed to happen a lot around me. At the moment, my heat was rapidly subsiding and a chill shuddered through my body. I shivered and wobbled on my feet. Sabre swirled in beside me and held me up. “Here. Come sit down.” Sabre slid his arm around my waist and guided me to a chair, just as Nick shimmered back into the room. “Get a blanket,” Sabre ordered. He was good at that grouchy facade, and I had to admit, I found it a little centering.
                  Nick faded out and returned to drape a fleecy blanket around my shoulders and back-pedal away. “It was too much,” I heard Nick mumble.
                  “You can leave now,” I spat at him, not quite ready yet to forgive and forget.
                  “Will she be okay?” His words were grievously quiet.
                  “Probably.”
                  “Probably?”
                  Sabre turned on Nick. “Yeah. If she doesn’t get life in prison for killing you. OUT!”
                  Nick cast a furtive look in my direction and once again, faded from the room.
     
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                  “So, why the life of a rock star?” I questioned Sabre over the rim of a steaming cup of chamomile and catnip tea. I smiled inwardly. Meow.
                  “Just worked out that way.” Sabre lounged nonchalant behind his desk. “You used to dream about being a singer, remember?” He didn’t wait for the nod of my head for confirmation. “And I just happened to have the memories of  an old friend who was the singer in a band. It worked out nicely, if I say so myself.” Sabre might be a pompous prig, but at the moment, he felt like the anchor to my world. “I interwove some of your memories with hers to make it more personal. The spider motel.” Ghostly spider legs crawled up my spine. I shivered them away. “The 8150 in Vail no longer exists. Not long after that concert, the city council deemed it structurally unsound. It was torn down in 2007—bouncy stage and all.”
                  “What about the band?” I didn’t recognize any of the other band members.
                  Sabre chuckled. “‘Cuimhnigh’ is Irish for