Endless Night (Dylan Hart Odyssey of The Occult Series) by Gilmore R.M

Author:Gilmore, R.M. [Gilmore, R.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Gille Mhur Publishing
Published: 2014-01-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Cyrus was sitting on the edge of my bed holding his jaw. Blood drizzled down his chin from the split in his lip I’d given him. Lying in my bed, in my borrowed room, in the dress I’d partied in all night, I watched Cyrus Atossa, Secondus, House of Cailleadh, bleeding from his perfect face.

Fuck.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Are you okay?” I asked frantically.

“Are you okay? You were screaming so loudly I could hear you from my room,” he rubbed his jaw in small circles.

“I guess…I guess I was dreaming,” my brow furrowed and I shook my head in disbelief. A dream within a dream? Where the fuck was Leo to save the day?

“I guess,” he said sarcastically, still theatrically rubbing his jaw to prove his point.

“I said I was sorry.” After the dream I’d just come out of, he was lucky I was still sitting there watching him bleed.

My hand lifted on its own and rubbed along my neckline. Everything was still intact.

“What were you dreaming about that had you so frightened?” He looked at me with such sorrowful eyes I wondered if he knew it was about him.

“Something scary apparently,” I said simply.

He smiled through the damage to his perfect mouth, “Thanks for the wakeup call.” A thick red slit peered at me from his bottom lip and I winced. Only a little.

“What time is it?” I asked. Feeling a bit embarrassed as the events from the night before flooded into my memory. I knew I’d been pretty damned drunk. At least, unlike my dream, I was still wearing my clothes. No one stripped me naked.

Damn.

“Just after six.”

I stared at him. No light in my room wasn’t only a dream, it was a piece of reality seeping in. “P.M.”

I continued to stare at him astonished, “You’ve got to be kidding me. How long was I sleeping?”

He chuckled lightly and I swore I saw a blush flush into his cheeks. “A while. It was after five in the morning last I glanced at you. You were sleeping soundly then.” The look on his face told me he was trying very hard not to laugh. I thought quickly about what had happened, if there had been anything I should be aware of before I finished this conversation. I couldn’t remember much passed the after party. All I knew was he’d slept in the bed next to me for the better part of my comatose state.

No coffins. No horrific gnawing at the neck region. And likely lots of snoring and drooling. Fuck.

“All fucking day? Shit,” I laughed a little. “I dreamt I woke up and it was so dark I didn’t know what time it was. It was very disorienting. Still is.” I smiled and looked down at my hands. It was hard enough looking at him on a good day. Let alone on the day I dreamt he was trying to kill me, then subsequently, cold cocking him in the face.

“Yes. The light is…frowned upon in this house.

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