Enchanted Dreams - Book 3 (The Enchanted Castle Series) by Chrissy Peebles

Author:Chrissy Peebles [Peebles, Chrissy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Dark Shadows Publishing
Published: 2015-01-11T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

I found myself sleepwalking through a dream. It wasn’t visibly foggy, but I sensed a haze hanging over me. It was the same dream I’d had many times. Pam had surmised that it meant I was unclear about what steps to take next in my life, and while I agreed that she could be right, that did not explain why I always ended up sitting at a piano, bathed in candlelight.

My fingers moved effortlessly over the keys, as if I was entertaining a huge crowd. It seemed as if my tickling of the ivories was more meaningful than a mere hobby. Passion flowed through me, and I felt a drive to produce and compose the most beautiful harmonies. I played from the heart, every note saturated with emotion. What is music without passion anyway? I thought as I began a skillful rendition of Beethoven’s “Appassionata”; I played it nearly perfectly, even though I had no idea how I even knew the name of the song. My performance was powerful and spellbinding, and thunderous music filled the room, pouring straight from my soul. If there had been an audience there for the moonlit recital, surely they would have given me a standing ovation.

My eyes fluttered slowly open at the sound of knocking, and I was jolted back to reality. I swung my legs over the bed, threw on a robe, and walked to the door, half-asleep. I opened it, yawning.

“You were supposed to meet me for breakfast,” Hunter said. “Rise and shine! It’s Saturday, and one thing you don’t need is beauty sleep.”

I shielded my eyes from the brightness of the morning sun and asked groggily, “What time is it?”

He pulled me toward him and kissed my cheek. “It’s ten a.m., sleepyhead.”

“Crap! I’m so sorry I overslept. Come on in.” I ran a hand through my messy hair and hated myself for letting him in before I had a chance to freshen up. “Sorry. I must look like road kill.”

“Sleeping Beauty, if you ask me. What time did you go to bed?” he asked.

“About ten,” I said, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Gosh, I must look a mess.”

“Nope. You’re absolutely radiant.” His smile blossomed into a full grin. “You’re a natural beauty.”

“Even with bloodshot eyes?” Without giving him a chance to answer, I continued, “I haven’t been sleeping well at all. I keep having that same dream.”

He cocked a brow. “The Liberace one?”

“Actually, it was Beethoven, but yeah. I guess it’s better than a nightmare, right?”

“Hmm. You said that William guy called you ‘Victoria.’ Maybe it has something to do with her.”

I pondered. “Maybe. Perhaps she liked to play the piano.”

“I’ll do some digging.” He hugged me tight. “Meanwhile, why don’t you get dressed and meet me downstairs in the library in about thirty minutes?” he asked in a whisper, his hot breath tickling my ear.

I stepped up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “See ya then.”

He smiled and turned to leave. As he walked down the hall, I couldn’t help but notice how tight his jeans were.

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