Hounds of Light: An Urban Fantasy Series (Cursed Night Book 2) by Justin Sloan

Author:Justin Sloan [Sloan, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elder Tree Press
Published: 2017-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Again the dream came. This time Matthew was huddled in a room, shivering, nude. He turned, eyes to the ceiling, the walls, then directly at her, as if Katherine were there, though she knew she wasn’t.

When his eyes moved back to the floor again a moment later, she knew he hadn’t seen her.

A thick, metal door separated him from a hallway. Spaces between the bars on a small window in the door revealed flashes of red light, the occasional dark form passing, and the sound of someone whispering a name, “Altemus.”

Matthew spun and ran to the door, flinging himself against it and then cursing at the pain as he rubbed his shoulder. Now Katherine could see the scratches covering his legs, arms, and back. Deep, as if he’d been mauled by a bear—or a vicious, clawed vampire.

“I’m not one of them,” he shouted, “You cannot call upon me!”

One of the dark forms stopped outside his window, its eyes almost visible in the darkness. “For now, that may be true. For now.”

And then it was gone and, as if a gust of wind were blowing her from that spot, Katherine flew backwards as it all darkened.

She rolled from the bed, claws out, ready for the attack.

Just a dream… Just a dream… Just a dream. She breathed, trying to control her heart rate, and closed her eyes.

A light tapping startled her and she tensed, claws at the ready once again.

It was dark outside, and at first she only saw her reflection in the window, but with a step closer she saw blond hair and a nervous smile. Triston.

She went to the door and inched it open. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you,” he said, the smile faltering. “Can I come in?”

“You aren’t supposed to be in here,” she said. “Mauro said—”

“Do we really care what we’re supposed to do or not?” he said. “Matthew’s in danger.”

“What?” She opened the door the rest of the way so he could enter, then closed it behind him and leaned against it. Triston sat on her bed, head in his hands.

“A dream, maybe, but it was so real,” Triston said. “He was in this—”

“Temple,” she said. “Yes, I know. And this wasn’t the first time, was it?”

His eyes were full of wonder and horror as he stared at Katherine, then he stood and came to her, holding her. She was still feeling jumpy after the dream, so at first resisted, but soon found herself falling into the embrace.

The comfort of his arms around her almost made her believe it was a dream, instead of the reality it had seemed.

But if they both had the same dream…

“Last time, the woman in the red dress?” she asked, to be sure. “Now the cell…?”

“Rosita last time, only, I thought for sure it was a dream,” he said, shuddering. “Then this time, the spirits, another name… I don’t know how I knew, but it was like I was there, like I was with Hunter.”

“Matthew, you mean.”

“Yes, sorry…” He ran his hand through her hair and pressed his forehead against hers, eyes closed.

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