Harlequin Dreams_A Reverse Harem Urban Fantasy by Tansey Morgan

Author:Tansey Morgan [Morgan, Tansey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Supernal Publishing
Published: 2018-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

I was in the hallway again, and I didn’t want to be.

The last time I had been here was the night… the night of Lucia’s death, the night I met Brishan Roses, the night I heard, with my own ears, the death jingle of that—that thing, that monster; the jester. I knew I was asleep, knew I was dreaming much in the same way a lucid dreamer knows they’re dreaming.

But this was different, and it was different because, as much as I knew I was dreaming and that I had some manner of control while I was in here, I also knew there were rules, the clearest one being, simply, that I couldn’t walk backwards. That meant I couldn’t immediately wake myself up from a dream, couldn’t just walk back down the way I had come. The only choice was to go forward, deeper, or stop, and wait. But I didn’t want to do either of those things; I wanted to not be asleep, to not be dreaming, I wanted to wake up and for this to be over.

Just like other times, the hallway I was standing in looked a lot like the hallway directly outside of my—Eli’s guest bedroom—door. The wallpaper, the floors, the light fixtures, they were all the same, the only difference, at least this time, was, there were no other doors in the hall, not even the one leading to my bedroom and my sleeping body. I glanced over my shoulder, and there was a wall there.

Taking a breath, I decided to start walking. I was here for a reason, after all, and I thought that reason might present itself to me if I started moving. But the hallway itself didn’t change, it just seemed to stretch on and on. The light scent of cinnamon touched my nose, followed quickly by the heady, musky aroma of piss, human piss. My heart began to pound against my temples, in the tips of my fingers, my feet, but I kept walking along that ever-stretching corridor, wondering when it would end, wondering where it was taking me.

As I walked, my fingertips clasped around the tough, cold material of my mask. I stopped and stared at the black, white, and red mask which had appeared in my hand out of nowhere. It was covered in the same symbols you’d find on a deck of playing cards; clubs, diamonds, hearts, spades. One side of the mask was slender, large enough only to cover my eye and a little of my cheek and eyebrow, while the other curved around the corner of my mouth and stretched to cover the entire side of my face, from my jaw to my forehead.

My Harlequin mask, my Talisman, my item of power.

Damon had told me many Mages owned Talismans like this one when he’d first seen it, but I had learned since that a Harlequin’s Talisman is special because they could take it with them when they dream. I was still getting used to this

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