A Wish to Build a Dream On by Willingham Michelle

Author:Willingham, Michelle [Willingham, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Medieval, Romance, Historical, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Time Travel, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Michelle Willingham
Published: 2013-11-07T08:00:00+00:00

He slept on the opposite side of the hut, atop a folded cloak. In the middle of the night, she heard him awaken. The nightmare caught him, and he started speaking Irish, his words tangled up with fear. Mary felt her way towards him and knelt down.

"Cian, wake up. It's only a dream."

He reached out and pulled her to him. His body was trembling, and she soothed him, running her hands over his tight muscles. "It's okay. I'm here."

His breathing was unsteady, and at last, he seemed to realize where he was. "I wasn't supposed to fall asleep."

"Isn't that what most people do at night?"

"Not me." He sat up, but Mary supported his weight, her arms still around him. "I try not to sleep. Then, when I must, I sleep so hard the dreams don't come."

That explained why his eyes were always so tired. "It's not healthy."

"Neither are my dreams."

"What did you dream of?" He remained silent, and she had a sudden suspicion. "Did you dream of me?"

She rose up on her knees, turning to face him. In the darkness, she couldn't see his face, but she touched his shoulders. "Tell me what you saw."

"Don't you understand?" he whispered. "My dreams come true. All of them have happened, just as I saw them."

"You dreamed of me. You said you'd been waiting twenty years."

He emitted a harsh laugh. "Aye. Twenty years for the worst nightmare of all my days."

He took both of her wrists in his hands. "I saw you dying, just now. I saw you in my arms, the moment the last breath of life left you. Just as I saw the deaths of each of my family and friends. It's why they left. Why they all leave."

"Everyone dies," she said softly. "And whether you see it or not, doesn't make you responsible."

"I can't stop their deaths. Not even yours."

"I know it." She moved closer to him, cupping his face. "I have a curse of my own, Cian. From the Daoine Sídhe. I'm going to die before the sun rises on the third day, so the man said. The difference is, I'm not going to waste my last day, wishing I had more time."

She pressed a kiss against his mouth. "I'm going to enjoy every last moment of it." And she had no intention of telling him the rest of the story. There was nothing that would drive a man away faster than for him to feel cornered in a relationship. Fall in love with me, or I'm going to die.

If that wasn't pressuring a man, she didn't know what was.

Cian didn't question her certainty, but instead lowered his forehead to hers. "Then I won't waste the last hours I have with you, either." He lifted her in his arms and took her back to the pallet. With his arms around her, she fell asleep once again.

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