A dream. It was a dream.
She was ready to pinch herself awake, to pull away from him, because what was the point in dreaming about something that would never become real, except she couldn’t move, couldn’t think. She had controlled her dreams before, controlled them enough to at least stop them, or force herself awake, but nothing happened.
She couldn’t run away from this dream, whatever it was.
Fuck. And now she was going to be trapped in it, until the dream itself had run it’s course.
“We’re going to talk about this, Violet,” Henrik insisted, and took a step towards her.
She wanted to ask if they were going to talk or if they were going to fuck, but her mouth didn’t move. Wonderful. It was one of those kinds of dreams.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Henrik. You and I, we can’t be together. My magic, it’s too powerful.”
“It’s not as powerful as my love for you.”
Oh, and now she was going to be sick in her own mouth. Really? His powerful love for her? Ugh, whoever was writing her dreams needed to be fired.
It was definitely time to wake up. Whatever wild ride this was, she wanted off of it.
Only, every ounce of brain power she had in her entire system disappeared the moment Dream Henrik took another step forward, and he was no longer by the door, but instead just in front of her. Not only was he close enough to touch, he was close enough to grab, to grab her. An arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her soft body to his, and she melted against him as fingers sank into her hair, tugging at the roots as he kissed her.
Fire raged through her entire body, lust and desire overwhelming her, but even more than that, her love for him. It swelled from deep within her soul, burning her as she clung to him, her fingers trying to find a place in his short hair but instead digging into the muscles of his back. She was pressed against a wall and lifted, then laid down on a surface. She didn’t know what it was or where it came from in her dream.
All that mattered was him, his body pressing to hers, touching him, letting the flames lick and burn at their bodies as they finally gave in to years of desire and longing. He was all that ever mattered to her, the only man she had ever loved, ever wanted. He was everything to her. Years had kept them apart. She needed him like she needed air, needed him to breathe, needed him to think and exist.
Magic burned inside of her, and she felt as though she could change the world, could twist and weave the seasons together seamlessly, grow fields of flowers and bloom trees that had only seconds before been filled with rot. The sheer amount of power within her was all consuming, and yet being connected to him was grounding her, her wolf pairing with her witch, keeping her locked into the moment.
She was made for him as much as he was made for her, and together, they could do anything, be anything. They could face every challenge, destroy the bindings that kept others in place. They could thrive together, not just exist. They could be one, be connected in all things.
“I love—”
The words had been on the tip of her tongue, finally being spoken, finally greeting the air and her ears... only, a sudden chill struck her, and she opened her eyes to see she was in her bed, alone. The room was cold, colder than it should have been in early October, and ice compared to how hot her dreams of Henrik normally made her.
Chapter 7
“Violet,Ihavetotalk to you. And there’s no walking out of this one. We’re gonna talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
The words flowed off her tongue before she could stop herself, and a memory of the night before flooded her. The dream... was it instead a vision? A premonition? Sure, sometimes she justknewthings, this felt... different. She had never seen thingsbeforethey happened likethis.
And besides, Drake was there, and it wasn’t like—
“I’m going to just... bye.”
And then he was gone.
Violet tried to look away from Henrik to basically anywhere else, but it was impossible to look at him when he was practically glowing like the sun. Would he be warm like the sun as well? Would his embrace warm her body? Would he make her feel alive again? Cleanse the loneliness that soiled her soul?
The answer to all of that was surely yes, and yet, she didn’t move.
At least he was still wearing his shirt.
“I love you.” He said it with such conviction, but it wasn’t like love was enough. “And you’re it for me. Whether you like it or not, you’re the other half of my soul. You and me, we’re supposed to be together. We’re better together. We’re stronger together. And sure, we got some things to work through, first, but—“
“Henrik, I don’t thinkfireis something we can just work through.”
“We can get through it together!”