Page 18 of Dream Girl
“We’ll be fine,” Evan assured, letting go of her. Jett kissed him, put his shoes on, and went into the garage.
The look of longing on Grace’s face as she wrapped her arms around herself broke my heart.
I was fucked.
Evan turned to Grace. “You said someone took Fade away? How?”
How was he coping with this? I wasn’t. My soulmate from another world was here. In person. In my kitchen. Hurt and with amnesia.
All I wanted to do was hold her tight and kiss away her tears.
“Drugs–among other things,” I said softly.
“It was my own fault. All I had to do was admit that Fade wasn’t real, and everything was a dream, and then it would stop.” Her tone went mocking, and she winced, as if the memory hurt her.
It probably did. The shit they put her through…
“I don’t blame you for not finding me, Fade. I mean, if I couldn’t findyou,then why should you find me? Anyway, I always came toyou.” She peered up at me.
Grace was right. In our dreams, we were always in the park by my house, my room, my favorite places. She could come to my world in our dreams, but I couldn’t go to hers.
“Are you saying that your parents used drugs to make you forget him?” Evan went into social worker mode.
“It makes more sense than the boy in my dreams beingreal.” She looked away, still hugging herself.
It was worse than that. So much worse.
“But the boy in your dreams can be real, Peaches. People do dream of their scent matches. I helped someone track down their dream alpha a few months ago. Why didn’t your parents take you to a Center?” He looked at me, silently asking me the same thing.
Her world didn’t have Omega Centers.
People only dreamt of their scent matches, their soulmates. Not that everyone with a soulmate dreamed of them.
Evan hugged me to him, clearly feeling my conflict through our mate bond. “Easy, Babe. It’s okay.”
It wasn’t okay on so many levels.
Her head cocked. “Doctor. I’m Doctor Grace Ellington. I remembered something useful. Finally.”
Doctor. She did it. She got her PhD.
And came to me.
She finally figured it out. My sweet, brilliant, Grace used her theorems to find me, keeping that childish promise to get to me, just like we’d talked about over and over.
I’ll find you. Promise.What did I even do?
Evan was in full-blown work mode, probably the only reason he was functioning, and not the hot mess he was when Brennan’s ex tried to force her way into the pack.
“You said you were researching something, and the men that attacked you were after your research, do you remember what it was? You’re a research scientist? That sort of doctor?” Evan prodded.
“I remember how you wanted to become a string theorist and prove your parallel world research.” I studied her. “You did it. That’s all that makes sense. You did it and made it here like you promised, and somehow scrambled your brain in the process.”
“How… how do you know about that?” Her face scrunched up. “It’s just something I do for fun. I know, it’s ridiculous, but I think trying to prove it has been driving me since I remembered how fun math was.” Her head cocked. “Wow, I just remembered something else.”
“What are you talking about?” I stared at her.
She thought?Something wasn’t right. Even if her memories were messed up from coming here, shouldn’t she at least remember that?
