Page 179 of Gift from the Source
Still giggling quietly, I lay myself back down and carefully turn out of Cas’s arm. I snuggle into Tillman’s side so I don’t disturb how comfortable they all are.
I sigh softly after inhaling his calming scent and my eyes flutter back closed.
“Willow.”
My lids fly back open and a chill spreads down my body.
I one hundred percent heard that.
Definitely not dreaming.
“Mom,” I say quietly as I sit up once again.
Much slower.
Pulling the covers off my legs, I crawl to the middle of the bed and start scanning my room. The corners are dark, but the lamp on my desk gives enough dim light that I know we’re alone in here.
“Mom,” I whisper again.
Over by my bookshelves, a pale glow emits from the floor. My satchel lies there open from where I placed it there last.
The last time I pulled out my book on true Primaries and my mom’s book.
“Guys…wake up. Something weird is happening again,” I say, staring at it as I shake Tillman’s leg.
No response.
There’s always a response.
Whipping around, I madly run my hands over each of them, attempting to wake them up. They don’t so much as stir. My breaths come shorter as I hover my finger under their noses. I clearly see their chests moving up and down, but I just need to be sure.
“What the fuck is happening?” I mumble.
My trembling fingers trail down Cas’s face, Draken’s shoulder, Tillman’s neck, Corentin’s chest. Nothing. They don’t respond whatsoever, but my fingertips vibrate from the contact of their skin.
Something’s keeping them asleep.
“Go to the book, filia mea,”CC orders.
I shriek as his presence comes and goes just as fast. Their voices have me on edge. They’re as loud as if they were in the room with me.
Scrambling off the bed, I nearly trip three times in my haste to get to my bag. As soon as I cross the room, I fall to my knees and turn my satchel upside down.
All the random contents spill out everywhere, and I scatter them even further as I snatch up my mom’s book. The moment it’s in my grasp, it quits glowing, and I haul ass back to the bed.
I’m spooked, scared, worried, excited.
Everything.
Confused.
I don’t know what to feel.
I can’t stop the tremors in my hands as I sit crisscross at the end of the bed by the guys’ feet. The stillness of them makes my throat close. I don’t like it at all.
Elementra, please let this be your doing. And I need an explanation as to why you’re doing this.
I don’t hold my breath for an answer I know isn’t going to come right now.
