Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales Book 2) by Thorne Willa

Author:Thorne, Willa [Thorne, Willa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Willa Thorne
Published: 2015-05-28T07:00:00+00:00

“Tell me more about these dreams.” I fought to keep collected as I said this.

Jillian twisted her hands in the duvet. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Mason. They’re just bad dreams. Please, just hold me.”

I wanted to hold her and comfort her, but I could not let this go. I needed information. And I needed it now.

“I will hold you, but I would like to know about these dreams in as much detail as you can provide.” My voice was becoming adamant.

I lay back against the pillow again, and gently pulled her with me so that her body was cradled in the crook of my arm. She lay her head on my chest and I wrapped my other arm around her as she breathed in deeply. Her head suddenly shifted and she looked up at me.

“Oh my God, what happened to your arm?” She asked with wide eyes.

I raised my arm and saw a few smudges of dried blood where she had scratched me. It was fairly deep, about an inch in length.

“It’s nothing,” I kissed her forehead. “I’ve had worse in my lifetime.” Understatement of the century.

“Now, tell me about these dreams.” This was not a request.

She lay her head back on my chest. “It always starts out with me screaming at you. We’re always at Jackson’s house. I’m so angry that you … lied to me.” Her body shudders against mine and it’s clear she doesn’t want to bring up that past.

“I’m running away from you. I don’t want you to find me so I climb stairs. Sometimes they’re metal. Sometimes they’re wood. This part of the dream is usually abstract or blurry. Then, I feel someone push me down the stairs. I don’t see their face. I just fall, and fall. In my dream, I try to catch anything I can hold onto…”

I listen to her quietly, piecing together bits of information in my head.

“... Then, I wake up.”

“Have you spoken to anyone about these dreams before?” I continued caressing her hair.

“They’re just dreams, Mason. I don’t have them all the time.” She spoke the words, but there was hesitation in her voice, as though she did not quite believe herself completely.

“I told the doctor about my dream when I had a follow-up visit after the accident. He told me that it is normal for people to dream about things that caused trauma or frightened them. Sometimes pain medication and concussions can cause distortions of reality.” She shrugged. “I didn’t have them all the time so I listened to what the doctor told me.”

I nodded, contemplating everything she told me. The sick, twisting feeling that stirred within me did not dissipate. It only grew. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. I couldn’t alarm her, but my suspicions had me unsettled, especially after the Breaking News earlier that evening. I rubbed the stubble on my face, deep in thought. Jillian still rested in the crook of my arm and I rubbed her back softly until I felt her slowed breathing.

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