Page 7 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

He passed his sister in the hall on the way to his bedroom, who in one of her normal snits didn’t even give him the time of day.

They didn’t always get along and had very different views of what life should look like. His sister wanted to charge for what they did, and she didn’t see anything wrong with climbing the money ladder.

He, on the other hand, liked knowing that he was changing lives, helping people that needed it, even if they didn’t know that he had helped.

But mostly what irritated his sister the most was that his grandmother had told him at an early age that his soul mate was out there waiting for him.

“She will come to you in a whirl of excitement and danger. She will know more than you could think, and she will walk different roads than you, but you two will do great things together.”

His grandma’s long-ago words always stayed with him.

But his grandmother couldn’t see his sister’s future. Not even past breakfast. And because of that, she resented the fact that she may not get what she wanted out of life.

It was a big contention between them, but they continued working together for their grandmother, the three of them being the last of their family.

He sighed and lay down, letting his soft bed conform to his big body, carrying him off to sleep to where a beautiful red-haired woman was waiting for him.

The haze around him was different tonight.

Normally, his dreams were clear and very evenly thought-out, as if it wasn’t so much the future but more the past or present. But tonight, it was hazy. He walked through a misty field, his eyes squinting to see past anything beyond the grass at his feet, when he heard a noise.

Turning around at the sound, he saw a young girl, no more than ten or eleven years old.

Odd, because he had never seen anyone other than his dream girl.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking around, like her parents were going to show up, but no one was there.

“I’m scared.” His stomach dropped as he recognized her voice.

“Hey…” He started to say as he took a step forward, but she spoke again.

“I’m scared because I can’t stop him.” There were tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled as she spoke.

“Can’t stop who?”

“Are you ever going to find me?”

“I promise I’m coming,” he said, then watched as she morphed into the red-headed woman that he knew so well. Her crystal blue eyes gazed back at him with a heavy weight of crushing despair shining through them.

“Are you coming for me?” she whispered, and he stood horrified as her image simply vanished within a blink of an eye, and before him was nothing but that misty field.

“Hello?” he called.

Fuck, he didn’t even know her name!

“Hello!” he called out again, this time a tone of panic coming through his tone as he took a couple of running steps forward before he remembered that this was a dream, a walking dream, and if the dream didn’t want him to find her, then he wouldn’t.

She was gone for tonight.

Did that mean she was gone for good? In real life as well? Sadness and something close to anguish washed over him, and his knees nearly buckled.

“No,” he whispered, twisting and looking around the field, spinning in a circle before he let his strength go and fell to his knees, the ground coming up to meet him with a thud that immediately had his eyes opening and the darkness of his bedroom walls closing in on him.

Holy fuck!

What was that?

He quickly sat up in bed, his chest heaving as he fought to control the panic that was coursing through him.

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