Page 7 of Spirit Witch

“Your meadow?This ismydream.”

“Your dream?Not so,Nizhoni.This is mine.”

The meadow shook as he growled the last sentence, and lightning sparked the purple skies above.He took a menacing step forward, and I immediately retreated.I was so shocked, my jaw dropped wide open.He smirked at me then, not stopping his advance and cockiness rolled off him in waves.

The nerve!

Leave it to me to summon a dream boy with an attitude problem.I supposed I could be forgiven, after all, he looked like a demigod.Something I got to appreciate when he crossed his arms over his pecs, flexing a ridiculous amount of muscle.

Seriously, did he really need all that?

My subconscious must have thought so because his muscles didn’t go away.

Reining in my libido, I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my suddenly sensitive breasts.

What the heck?

Since when did I get all hot and bothered in my dreams?

Never.That was when.I might not have been able to remember any relationships, or former dalliances, but I was sure I had never felt an attraction the likes of which I felt for him.

What was wrong with me?

He was totally just someone I made up.Maybe this was my subconscious’ way of telling me to spend less time around my mated roommates.Those five couples went at it like rabbits, and for a girl alone, well, it was difficult to take at times.

I had needs, after all, and they’d been ignored for quite a while.Tall, dark, and sexy pants over there sure looked like he could fit the bill.

I shook my head, trying to clear my lust-addled brain.If I was not careful, I would be throwing myself at him any minute, for fuck’s sake.

Something fluttered behind him, and I gasped, thankfully distracted from my sex-starved, hormonal body.I circled him to see what had disturbed the pretty purple mists floating about, and could not have been more stunned.

“What are you doing now?”he asked.

He turned on a dime, as if to keep me from investigating.But it was too late.I saw them.Excitement filled me and I clapped my hands as if I found a treasure, jumping up and down at my discovery,

“You have wings!When did I decide to give you wings?”

I pointed rudely, and dream boy rolled his eyes at me.But I just couldn’t stop myself.It was like the moment I acknowledged them, his wings came into view clearer than before.They were enormous, feathered, and the same beautiful cinnamon bark color as his eyes.

“It was not you who decided, Nizhoni.Besides, you have them too,” he scoffed, but I shook my head.

Of course, it was me who decided!It was my dream, buddy.But instead of shouting that, I concentrated on his words.

I had them too?

No way.I did not have wings.That was ridiculous.I’d never even—but then I looked behind me and—holy crap!

“Ohmygawd!I have wings,” I whisper screamed.

I turned in circles like a dog chasing its tail while trying to get a better look at my own feathered appendages.My wings were much smaller than dream boy’s and they were white with lavender tips.

“Easy, Nizhoni,” dream boy said, catching me when I almost fell.“You still make yourself dizzy like this, eh?I missed that.”

The last bit was so low, I might have imagined it if not for the poignant way he stared at me.Still, I couldn’t have come up with an answer if I tried.I mean, yeah, I did get excited over silly shit all the time.But that wasn’t why I was having a difficult time breathing.

It washim.

His hands felt good on my bare arms.They were solid, warm, and strong.So strong.It was like I could feel magic pulsing through them into me, and the result was mesmerizing.

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