Ensnare: The Librarian's Lover Box Set by Flynn Mac

Author:Flynn, Mac
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Flynn
Published: 2014-05-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

I tossed and turned. I just couldn't get comfortable. My bed felt lumpy and hard, and those damn covers were on the floor again. I flailed my arm around looking for a pillow, and caught the back of something hard. I creaked open an eye and saw that my hand grasped the back of the couch. I sat up and glanced around the room. Everything was as it was before I went to sleep.

Everything, that is, except my clothes. All but my underwear was gone. I gasped, grabbed a blanket I kept over the opposite arm of the couch, and wrapped it around me. A quick search of the room told me my pants, shirt and bra lay on the floor behind the couch. Memories of my dream flashed before my eyes, and suddenly these not-so-innocent dreams seemed to be not so much dreams as reality.

There was one other minor difference in the room. The book was gone. I swear I'd seen it laying there on the coffee table before I fell asleep, but it was gone. That book had played an integral part of my maybe-dream, and I wanted to find it. I stood and searched the living room and kitchen. Nothing. My search led me to the bedroom, and I found the book laying on the nightstand where I'd left it that morning. In my eyes the thing didn't look so innocent, and I approached it as one approaches an animal that could change from cute to vicious in a matter of moments.

I reached the side of the nightstand and stood over the book. Its empty cover stared back, and I tentatively reached out. My fingers touched the cover, and I felt nothing of the strange tingle that I feared. I flipped open the cover and jumped back, expecting tendrils to burst forth and drag me into the pages. Nothing. I cautiously leaned in and looked over the title page. Even that was blank. The book was as dead as the trees and skin that made it.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was almost disappointed. That feeling it had instilled in me when it was alive, that feeling of belonging to something, was still lost. I sank down on my bed with the blanket wrapped around my body and my head very confused.

"It was a dream, wasn't it?" I asked myself. The book didn't answer. I glanced down at myself. I was definitely naked. That had happened, but what else was true?

I stood and strode from the bedroom straight to the discarded clothes. The pants were crumpled, but intact. The shirt and bra, however, were torn straight down the middle. Something had ripped through them and tossed them aside, something like those tendrils in my wet dream. I picked up the clothes, looked over them, and turned my eyes to the bedroom doorway. The realization dawned on me that perhaps the book hadn't lost its powers. It was only hiding them.

I draped my clothes over the back of the couch and walked over to the doorway of the bedroom.

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