Dark Series 07 Dark Dream by Christine Feehan

Author:Christine Feehan [Feehan, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, General, Fiction
ISBN: 9781405517577
Google: wDrTtGzC024C
Amazon: B003P2VJWI
Publisher: Hachette UK
Published: 2010-07-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

There was a swirling fear in Sara's mind, in his. Falcon burst through the soil and into the

sky. Light assailed his sensitive eyes and burned his skin, but it didn't matter. Nothing

mattered except that Sara was in danger. One moment he was merged mind to mind with

Sara; in the next microsecond of time, there was a blank void. He had an eternity to feel the

helpless terror roiling in his gut, the fist clamping his heart like a vise, the emptiness that

had been his world, now unbearable, unthinkable, a blasphemy after knowing Sara. Falcon

forced his mind to work, reaching relentlessly into that blank void for his very soul. For his

life. For love.

Sara. Sara, answer me. Wake now. You must wake. I am on my way to you, but you must

awaken. Open your eyes for me. He kept his voice calm, but the compulsion was strong, the need in him raw. Sara, you must wake.

The voice was far away, coming from within her throbbing head. Sara heard her own

groan, a foreign sound. She was raw and hurting everywhere. She didn't want to obey the

soft command, but there was a note she couldn't resist. The voice brought with it

awareness, and with awareness came pain. Her heart began to pound in terror.

She had no idea how long she had been unconscious in the wreckage of the truck, but she

could feel the metal pressing on her legs and glass cutting her body. She was trapped in the

twisted metal, shattered glass all around her, blood running down her face. She didn't want

to move, not when she heard movement close to her. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed

herself to slip back into oblivion.

Relief washed over Falcon, through him, shook him. For a moment he went perfectly still,

nearly falling from the sky, nearly unable to hold the image he needed to stay aloft. His

mind was fully merged with Sara's, buried within hers, worshiping, examining, nearly

numb with happiness. She was alive. She was still alive! Falcon worked at controlling his

body's reaction to the sheer terror of losing her, the unbelievable relief of knowing she was

alive. It took discipline to lower his heart rate, to steady his terrible trembling. She was

alive, but she was trapped and hurt.

Sara, piccola, do as I ask, open your eyes. Keeping his voice gentle, Falcon gave her no choice, burying a compulsion within the purity of his tone. He felt pain sweeping through

her body, a sense of claustrophobia. She was disoriented; her head was pounding. Now his

fear was back again in full force, although he kept it hidden from her. Instead, it was

trapped in his heart, in his deepest soul, a terror such as he had never known before. He

was moving fast, streaking across the sky as quickly as possible, uncaring of the

disturbance of power, uncaring that all ancients in the area would know he was racing

toward the mountains. She was alone, hurt, trapped, and hunted.

Sara's eyes obeyed his soft command. She looked around her at the crushed glass, the

twisted wreckage, and the sheered-off top of her truck.

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