slightly. "Marina. The demon. Get away."
"Jason cooled him. He's not here to hurt you at present." She let go of his hand and moved until she could scoot next to him on the bed.
Drew shook his head. "I'm never safe for you."
"Just sleep, darling."
The problem was he never rested and she didn't either. Not really. They both went from states of exhaustion to demon encounters, which knocked them out for days. She'd lost track of how many times she'd been hit on the head with a magical burst.
Noise in the hall caught her attention and seconds later the door cracked open. Charma poked her head in. "Gabe and Colin are back. They've brought Zane. This is all thanks to you."
"I'd say Eden's gifts played a large role. I'll meet him later." She wasn't leaving Drew, not for all the new Outsiders in the world. Charma nodded and closed the door gently
"Drew. I have an idea." She whispered in his ear before she ran her hand softly down the side of her face. "Years ago, before we met, when we were oceans apart—the farthest distance I've ever been from you—we somehow were more connected than we are together. Enough is enough."
She snuggled closer to him. "If you leave me waiting for you in the garden all alone I'm going to be really mad."
Sleep didn't come immediately but listening to the soft sound of Drew breathing did eventually lull her into tiredness. He didn't move as much with her pressed against him and she hoped it was because he found her presence comforting. Time passed and when she opened her eyes it was to find herself sitting where she hadn't been in almost thirty years.
The garden she had once she shared with Drew in their dreams.
He stood with his back to her, staring off at the sun setting in the sky. If she remembered correctly, it never would actually go down, forever drenching their special place in the magnificent colors of the end of a day.
"Boy." She called out, using the name she had addressed him by the entire time they had known one another.
He turned to look at her. "I have you to thank for being here?"
"Boy." She said it again. "I don't need you to rescue me from anything."
Marina stood up. Flowing flower print skirts swayed as she walked. She looked like a peasant from some kind of fairy tale. In real life, she'd never dressed thus but whatever. One of them had picked this outfit for her to wear. She didn't know which, but she'd go for it nonetheless.
"That's good. Because I never have been able to do it correctly."
She wrapped her arms around his waist and when he flinched she didn't let him go. "You don't want to hear about things from the past so we'll leave them where they are—gone. I'll only add, you thinking you never save me has to be the stupidest thing you've ever said." Marina pressed her head against his chest. "You can't hurt me here. No demons in our dreams. This is safe. You might as well let me hold you."
He didn't speak for a second but eventually hugged her back. "I'm afraid I'm going to get a little too used to it."
She hoped he would.
Marina closed her eyes. "This is nice."
He didn't speak but he kissed the top of her head. For a second she forgot to breathe. Drew was never openly affectionate. Afraid she might spoil things yet unable to stop herself, she raised her eyes to look at him.
"You're a silly man, you know that?"
Drew lifted a dark eyebrow. "I don't think anyone has ever used the word silly to describe me before."
"All these years, you kept me at bay because you thought I would get hurt from the demon inside of you."
"That wasn't silly. That was me protecting you."
She shook her head. "Did you ever stop to think about what my powers are?"
Drew let go of her and stepped away. "All the fucking time actually."
"I'm a warder." She kissed his chin and he didn't stop her so she did it again. His whiskers felt hard against her lips. His creation or hers in this dream? It didn't matter anymore. "I can keep the demon off me."
He shook his head before he closed
"Jason cooled him. He's not here to hurt you at present." She let go of his hand and moved until she could scoot next to him on the bed.
Drew shook his head. "I'm never safe for you."
"Just sleep, darling."
The problem was he never rested and she didn't either. Not really. They both went from states of exhaustion to demon encounters, which knocked them out for days. She'd lost track of how many times she'd been hit on the head with a magical burst.
Noise in the hall caught her attention and seconds later the door cracked open. Charma poked her head in. "Gabe and Colin are back. They've brought Zane. This is all thanks to you."
"I'd say Eden's gifts played a large role. I'll meet him later." She wasn't leaving Drew, not for all the new Outsiders in the world. Charma nodded and closed the door gently
"Drew. I have an idea." She whispered in his ear before she ran her hand softly down the side of her face. "Years ago, before we met, when we were oceans apart—the farthest distance I've ever been from you—we somehow were more connected than we are together. Enough is enough."
She snuggled closer to him. "If you leave me waiting for you in the garden all alone I'm going to be really mad."
Sleep didn't come immediately but listening to the soft sound of Drew breathing did eventually lull her into tiredness. He didn't move as much with her pressed against him and she hoped it was because he found her presence comforting. Time passed and when she opened her eyes it was to find herself sitting where she hadn't been in almost thirty years.
The garden she had once she shared with Drew in their dreams.
He stood with his back to her, staring off at the sun setting in the sky. If she remembered correctly, it never would actually go down, forever drenching their special place in the magnificent colors of the end of a day.
"Boy." She called out, using the name she had addressed him by the entire time they had known one another.
He turned to look at her. "I have you to thank for being here?"
"Boy." She said it again. "I don't need you to rescue me from anything."
Marina stood up. Flowing flower print skirts swayed as she walked. She looked like a peasant from some kind of fairy tale. In real life, she'd never dressed thus but whatever. One of them had picked this outfit for her to wear. She didn't know which, but she'd go for it nonetheless.
"That's good. Because I never have been able to do it correctly."
She wrapped her arms around his waist and when he flinched she didn't let him go. "You don't want to hear about things from the past so we'll leave them where they are—gone. I'll only add, you thinking you never save me has to be the stupidest thing you've ever said." Marina pressed her head against his chest. "You can't hurt me here. No demons in our dreams. This is safe. You might as well let me hold you."
He didn't speak for a second but eventually hugged her back. "I'm afraid I'm going to get a little too used to it."
She hoped he would.
Marina closed her eyes. "This is nice."
He didn't speak but he kissed the top of her head. For a second she forgot to breathe. Drew was never openly affectionate. Afraid she might spoil things yet unable to stop herself, she raised her eyes to look at him.
"You're a silly man, you know that?"
Drew lifted a dark eyebrow. "I don't think anyone has ever used the word silly to describe me before."
"All these years, you kept me at bay because you thought I would get hurt from the demon inside of you."
"That wasn't silly. That was me protecting you."
She shook her head. "Did you ever stop to think about what my powers are?"
Drew let go of her and stepped away. "All the fucking time actually."
"I'm a warder." She kissed his chin and he didn't stop her so she did it again. His whiskers felt hard against her lips. His creation or hers in this dream? It didn't matter anymore. "I can keep the demon off me."
He shook his head before he closed
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