Rock Star (Dream Weaver #2) by Su Williams

Author:Su Williams [Williams, Su & Barton, Dark Romance Books Editor Susan & Novels, Sci-Fi Cover Designs By Dream Weaver & Group, Interior Book Design By Young Adult Paranormal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00HV5HQDQ
Publisher: Su Williams & Dream Weaver Novels with CreateSpace
Published: 2014-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Nick gasped as the images spilled from his memories into me. “Geezuz!” he gasped. “That wasn’t abrupt or anything.”

“S-sorry.” Though I wasn’t quite sure why. “May-be I sh-ould get up…” I wanted to say more but the shivers frustrated me. Nick helped me to my feet and guided me around the room. And just like his memory, heat bloomed in my chest and thawed the ice in my muscles with each step I took. “I’m—good—now,” I told him after several minutes of pacing the room. He scowled and I knew he didn’t want to release me. He just got me back. I raised my hand to his face with only a tiny tremor and cupped his cheek. He was so warm. I wanted to curl up next to him and steal his heat. My thumb grazed delicately over his lips. “It’s o-kay.” Damn it! I didn’t like the wobble in my voice. He wasn’t convinced but relinquished his hold. I wandered the house in silence, a little discomfited by their constant gazes, like I might just fall down dead again.

Sabre had never been real touchy-feely with me, but now, each time I got within arm’s length, his hands brushed my arm, my back. He suddenly reached out and drew me into his arms. Silent and still, he held me, until his body shuddered. Then, just as quickly, he moved away. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this, and I cast questioning looks across the room to Nick. He was no help. He scowled at his mentor, then smiled at me. His shoulders crooked up, and his mouth twitched upward at the corners. Was Sabre trying to tell me he was sorry? Sorry that he’d plunged me to my mortal death? Sorry he allowed me to die, and awaken like him and Nick? Or did he really care? Maybe he was just glad he was right. Now that would be a truly Sabre-ish response.

A mist-grey day was awakening on the horizon, and I wished Sabre would leave. His silent ruminating was driving me nuts. I was sure he was wearing the varnish off the floorboards; and that Eddyson was nearly as frustrated with his affectionate mauling as I was. So when he finally set the pup down and announced his departure, I breathed a sigh of relief. But he just had to hug me one more time, then took both of my hands in his own.

“Emari…”

“Sabre, what are…” But my throat seized around the words. His hands seared against mine. My heart slammed against my ribs, and the room vanished. And I saw everything. Sabre’s heart illuminated before my eyes. Sorrow, centuries-old loneliness, jealousy, anger, comprehension, fear, anguish, panic, relief. Wave upon wave hurtled into my mind with images of the last few weeks. Sabre’s voice whispered in my mind. I have finally proven, without a doubt, that I am indeed an ass. And I wanted to agree. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t say I was happy about his ‘damned experiments’ and ‘hunches’—not sure that immortality was truly what I wanted.