666 Gable Way by Dani Lamia

Author:Dani Lamia
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Level 4 Press, Inc.
Published: 2020-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

13

The Depths of Secrets

Phoebe awoke bathed in warmth, both of body and sun, soaked in the familiar scents of water lily, vanilla, and at the moment, whatever Dzolali used in her hair, as the woman’s head was resting on Phoebe’s right arm, which was as asleep as Dzolali.

Phoebe couldn’t resist. She inhaled deeply. The motion stirred Dzolali, who turned her face up to her lover.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” Phoebe returned, following it up with a kiss to Dzolali’s lips.

The sun shone brightly enough that both women peered through slitted eyelids. Dzolali buried herself under the comforter, not yet ready to face it.

Phoebe, on the other hand, was more than ready to get out of the bed. She felt that she had been in it for days, and a trip to the bathroom was past due. Not seeing her clothes, again, she picked up the nearest garment.

Dzolali’s black, colorfully flower-patterned kimono, fully infused with that delicious Dzolali scent, enveloped Phoebe as she quickly padded off to the bathroom.

Afterward, Phoebe took a quick but refreshing shower, then put the kimono back on. She saw herself in the mirror and froze. The notion that she had seen that kimono before began to settle into her mind.

Of course, silly Phoebes, she chided herself. Dzolali wore it last night when she came in. Duh.

Phoebe left the bathroom, took a quick look around, and darted back into the bedroom. She hung the kimono over her chair and searched her dresser for fresh clothes. As she dressed, her eyes kept going back to the beautiful robe.

Phoebe went to the bed, peeled the comforter down far enough to kiss Dzolali on the cheek, and left the room. She went down to the kitchen for a quick coffee and whatever she could find to eat. Halfway through her cup, Phoebe’s memory clicked.

The kimono was in the dream from the night before last. Dzolali had come in, somehow moving the chair out of the way, and in the dream, her wiccan lover had been wearing it.

No, that can’t be right.

Phoebe’s brow ruffled in thought as she looked out the kitchen window. She replayed the dream in her mind over and over, certain that she had seen Dzolali slip that very robe from her body before coming to her bed.

Then came the exquisite lovemaking. The restraints. The fighting with them to get at her love. Then the gargoyle came.

No. No, no. That was a dream, as was the one on that first night here. It wasn’t real.

Phoebe’s thoughts turned to Ned Onenspek and the gingerbread men. She wondered if it could be possible that she had been drugged. She shuddered as she further considered the possibility that she could have been somehow violated.

Phoebe shook her head and wiped her face with her hands. Was her love guilty of violating her? Had she been tricked into love with this person of her same sex, a persuasion that she had only in the slightest sense ever pondered but never seriously considered?

She needed to talk to Holgrave, but first, she needed to go about her daily chores like nothing was amiss.

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