Open World by Open World

Author:Open World [Evernight] (mobi)
Language: en-us
Format: mobi

Chapter Twelve

Three nights. Three whole bloody nights. Tavis pitched the book about lucid dreaming to the end of the bed. All that time and he had no idea if the techniques he practiced from the manuals Cassandra loaned him worked or not. He had dreams, which involved his test subject, Alden, but he wasn’t about to ask him about his dreams. He could imagine the conversation, “Hey, Alden. Have any interesting dreams lately? Ones that I showed up in?” That’d go over well…not.

Until Alden approached him and brought up the subject of his dreams, he would keep his mouth shut about what he’d attempted. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, especially with a bear of a hard head like his friend.

So far all the two of them had to go on was that a man named Buzz kidnapped Hope. That Faith was having strange dreams. She didn’t care to discuss them but did say she’d never seen the man’s face due to a hawk mask. He didn’t offer his theory to her or Alden that she’d been the victim of someone who could astrally project and dream walk. The hawk mask happened to be a huge clue though. The Caesachapel Clan, comprised of the prince and his followers, was Bird of Prey class. Buzz had to be the prince. The man they needed to capture and defeat.

Voices broke him out of his thoughts. He rose and went downstairs.

His perception went on alert for any little change concerning Cassandra and Faith. Nothing seemed amiss. Alden confirmed his assumption with hand signals to state all was well. He nodded to his friend, indicating he understood and looked to Faith who appeared asleep on her feet.

“Faith, are you all right?”

Faith groggily looked at him, then Alden, then back to him. She swayed a bit.

With a quick motion, he reached out, clasped her arm and steadied her. “Faith?”

“I’m okay. Just tired is all.” She patted his hand. “I’d love to stay and chat with you fellows, but I’m going to go hit the hay.” Faith released herself from his grip and shuffled in the direction of the stairs.

He watched her slow progress, concerned about her pale skin, sunken eyes and listless brown hair. The poor thing looks whipped.

“Any more luck on figuring out what Buzz is up to?” Alden asked when Faith had made it all the way up the stairs.

“I have some ideas,” he offered cautiously.

“Care to share?”

“Umm…” Tavis stalled for time, unsure if he should tell Alden yet or not about the astral projection and dream interference.

“Fine. Okay. Don’t tell me. But let me tell you something. I had the weirdest dreams the past couple of nights.”

“Really?” Tavis tried his best to hide his excitement. This could be what he had been waiting to hear about. If Alden mentioned him and making him dance, he had found his way to help Faith.

“Yeah, you were in them. You were trying to teach me how to do… What was it? Oh, the hokey pokey and the chicken dance.

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