Page 33 of Cocktails & Cauldrons

“Yes. I—”

“Ms. Sullivan! Brenna! We need you to wake up, my dear.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Eoin, but your Mr. Thorne is a pushy bastard.”

Eoin chuckled as he rolled atop her and touched his lips to hers. “No man likes to hear another’s name in his bed, yeah? How about you forget about anyone but us. You and me, here and now.”

His tongue swept her mouth, and she moaned her pleasure. Every single time Eoin touched her, she felt as if she was about to go up in flames. And as scary as the prospect was, she wanted it more than she could bear.

“Sing for me, Brenna,” he whispered.

She opened her mouth to do just that when Alastair disturbed her again.

“Brenna! You must wake up!”

“I don’t want to,” she practically whined.

Pulling back, Eoin released a regretful sigh. “We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. I don’t believe in forcing myself on a woman.”

“No! I want you. Of course I do. But can’t you hear Alastair? He’s telling me I have to go back, and I don’t want to. I want to stay with you.”

Eoin drew further away, all signs of play gone as he stared down into her face. “Alastair Thorne? He’s calling to you now?”

“Yes.”

In a move that surprised her into silence, Eoin sat up and snatched his phone from the nightstand. A few quick taps and he was making a call.

From a distance, Brenna could hear the ringing of a phone, and she sat up to see where the sound was generating from. On the far wall of the bedroom there appeared a solid glass door, and from her side, she saw Alastair standing a foot away from a floating body, Aurora at his side as a few men dressed in black t-shirts and cargo pants paced the room and peeked out of windows, guns at the ready.

“It’s Eoin O’Malley,” he said into his phone, right next to her. “I’ve Brenna with me, she—”

“Brenna! She’s with you now? Right now?” Alastair gave his wife a concerned glance and backed further away from the floating body, allowing Brenna her first glimpse of who rested there.

Her hands flew to cover her mouth in her shock. It took her a long moment before she could speak.

“Eoin!”

His gaze shot to hers.

“Can you see the window into Alastair’s house?”

In slow increments, he eased his head toward the wall she was pointing to. Turning back, he shook his head. “No, love. I don’t see anything.”

“Ask her to tell you what she sees, Mr. O’Malley,” Alastair ordered.

She didn’t need her to relay the question because she’d heard it directly from the man’s own lips. “I see him next to a floating body, with Aurora beside him.”

Eoin relayed word for word what she said, down to the detail of clothing and Aurora’s shoe color.

Through the glass, she saw Alastair turn in her direction, and she finally understood this was no dream she was in.

“Can she see how many fingers I’m holding up?”

“Tell him four,” she whispered.

“She said four,” Eoin replied, concern straining his features. “How is this possible?”

“She’s put herself in stasis,” Alastair said grimly, staring hard at the wall they were behind.

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