Reborn Yesterday by Bailey Tessa

Author:Bailey, Tessa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Tessa Bailey
Published: 2020-03-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Ginny had the dream again that night.

She was edging along the outskirts of the luminous fair, drawn by her very bones to the darkness. Drawn to the tree where the man stood in his hat and suspenders, watching her as though he’d been waiting for her. As if he’d been watching her for a while and memorized the way she moved. Which made no sense since she was positive she’d never seen him before. She would have remembered being magnetized, hot and shivery just being in his presence.

Having no choice but to get closer, she stepped out of the light and watched him push off the tree and go rigid. “Don’t,” he said, though his voice didn’t reach her. His lips spelled out the words. “Please, don’t.”

For some reason, with those words from the stranger, she expected the moment to dissolve. For the night to fade and fade like a pencil sketch submerged in water. It didn’t, though. Another presence tugged her attention to the left, away from where it truly wanted to be—on the stranger beneath the tree. Someone else was there with them, though.

Static crawled up her Ginny’s arm. Her head turned toward the other presence lethargically, but there was only an outline of a dark figure surrounded by the yonder lights of the fair.

A figure in a crimson hood.

Ginny bolted upright in bed, a sob caught in her throat.

Her fingers tore at the bed sheets, twisting them in her grip to keep her grounded in the present. In wakefulness, too. Last time she’d had the dream, she’d woken up in the middle lane of the parkway. Not this time, thank the Lord. She was in her bedroom, even if she couldn’t shake the gravity of the dream. Part of her even wished she was still asleep, so she would know what happened. What was the stranger beneath the tree distressed about?

And how could every second of it feel so vivid, right down to the gravel and grass crunching under her feet to the smell of roasted chestnuts?

The lingering haze of the dream drifted away and last night’s events came hurtling back in. Automatically, Ginny’s fingers went to her neck, to the spot where Jonas’s teeth had accidentally nicked her and drawn blood. There was no cut, no pain, nothing to prove it had ever happened.

A lead weight sank in her stomach.

Mate.

What had he meant by that?

Mate.

“Any fresh bodies for me to see today?”

A delighted shock ran through Ginny and she scrambled to the edge of the bed to find Roksana lying casually on the floor.

“You’re back,” Ginny breathed, moisture rushing to her eyes. Before she could stop herself, she rolled off the bed and landed beside the slayer, promptly throwing a leg across her body and pulling her into a bear hug. “Where did you go?”

“I don’t appreciate this display of emotion,” Roksana said, contradictory laughter in her voice. “It makes me feel lumpy.”

“Lumpy?”

“That’s what I said. Get off, you crazy animal.”

“Okay, fine.” Ginny let go of Roksana and scooted back, fairly vibrating with excitement over having her friend back.

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