A Snarl, a Splash, and a Shock by K.C. Wells

Author:K.C. Wells [Wells, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64108-373-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2022-05-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

CRANK SAT bolt upright in bed, his sweat-slicked chest cold. He could still hear Saul’s screams, still feel the pain that shot through him. Then he froze.

Wait one fucking minute.

He’d never seen Saul, so how could he know, with every cell, nerve, and fiber, that it was Saul? Yet somehow he did know. What shook him most was the strange nature of the dream. One minute he was watching Saul’s head jerk back, his eyes glazed with pain, and the next, Crank could feel that pain, as if it was coursing through his own body.

He shivered, tugging the sheet to wipe the chill from his torso. For a nightmare, it had felt so real.

His phone vibrated on the nightstand, and he grabbed it. As soon as he saw Vic’s name, cold sweat popped out on his brow, and he clicked Answer.

“Bit early for a call?” A glance at the bedside clock showed it to be three in the morning.

“Horvan needs to know. Saul’s in trouble.”

And just like that, Crank’s heartbeat shoved into high gear. “How do you know? Did he call you?”

“No, but…. Look, I can’t explain this, but I had a-a dream, okay? In it, Saul was in agony, and someone was torturing him.”

Oh my fucking God.

“He was bound to a chair in some dark, cool place,” Crank whispered.

Vic’s breathing hitched. “How do you know that?”

“But I’m right, aren’t I?” When silence fell, he groaned. “You want details? Fine. He’s got black hair, swept up on top at the front. Thick dark brows. Green eyes. A full beard with tiny flecks of silver in it. Broad, muscular shoulders. Wide chest. Oh yeah, and he’s in fucking agony.”

“But how the hell can you know all that?” Vic croaked.

“Because I had the same fucking dream, that’s why!” Crank yelled into the phone. “Now what the fuck is going on? Why are we both dreaming about your boyfriend, a guy I’ve never even laid eyes on, yet I know it’s him? And why call me? You could’ve called Horvan directly.” When Vic didn’t respond, Crank lost it. “Answer me, goddamn it. How could we both have the same dream? And if we did, does that somehow make it real? Is Saul really being tortured someplace?” He hit Speaker and tossed the phone onto the mattress, then threw back the sheets and lurched from the bed. Crank grabbed his jeans from the chair and squirmed into them. “You’re not talking, Vic.” He yanked up the zipper.

“I-I have a theory, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Try me, because I’m getting dressed to go wake Horvan the fuck up.”

“Good. We need to get to the school before… before it’s too late.”

“You’re telling me you think Saul’s gonna die?” As soon as the words left his lips, pain speared through Crank’s body, and he doubled over. “Christ.”

“Crank? You okay?”

He gasped, pulling his tee over his head. “You said you had a theory. Start talking.”

Another pause, and Crank was verging on losing it. Then Vic spoke, his voice quieter.

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