Page 10 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

“Nothing. Just telling her that it’s okay. It can’t be easy having a strange man in her chair.” The man played it off easily enough, and Chuck seemed to take him at his word, but her mind was twisting with some newfound knowledge that she couldn’t put her finger on.

He knew?

What did that mean?

She didn’t have time to ponder it all before he gestured to his hand again. Unsure, but feeling as if she needed to follow his lead for some reason, she reached out to touch him, bracing herself as she did.

In her life, she had touched and felt the presence of a person’s mind many times. Sometimes there was nothing there but just knowledge. Sometimes it was a burst of energy that would fill her as if the person was ready to get on with the next stage of their life. With Chuck using her, it more often felt cold and dark, like it was sucking the air out of the room.

This was different.

He was different.

His hand cupped hers, warmth spreading over her skin instead of the cold feeling that slithered up her arm like it did with Chuck. Her eyes met his, and she took a breath before a white light flashed in her mind.

A hazy image played out in front of her. Both of them laughing together, the green grass of a yard around them, a house in the background. A feeling of complete happiness and love filled her chest till she thought she would burst.

“Trust him,” a woman’s voice that she had never heard before but that seemed familiar called out. “Trust Garrett,” she repeated reassuringly, then the voice was gone.

As was the beautiful image, and she blinked at the man in front of her that was looking at her in shock.

His name was Garrett.

She tried to enter his mind again, but nothing was there.

She couldn’t see anything.

It was the first time that she hadn’t been able to see something when she wanted.

“What did you see?” Chuck was getting impatient, and that was never a good thing.

Garrett spun and glared at Chuck, a cool look falling over his face. She realized that the man was probably trying to protect her.

But he didn’t know what he was getting into.

She had to protect him.

There was something there with this man, something between them, something that she didn’t even fully understand, but something that she had to protect.

“Nothing,” she said calmly, forcing a smile. “Just his mind.” Then she did her usual hand waves, as if it really helped her see into the person’s future, and Garrett smirked at her as if he knew it was all bullshit. “I don’t think this new investment is a wise choice.”

“Really?” Garrett met her eyes in a head-on stare, their dark color seeming to swirl with heat.

“No. it’s a dangerous venture. I would stay away from it at all costs,” she added, hoping he knew what she was implying.

“Maybe I like a little danger,” Garrett said as he pulled his hand away, and she felt as if her heart was being torn in two as the warmth that had filled her dissipated.

She stood as Garrett took a step back, before holding out another envelope for Chuck. Chuck greedily took it as she started cleaning up her table, peeking under her lashes at Garrett.

This may be the only time that she ever got to see him, and she wanted to have something to remember when she was dreaming.

Garrett was almost to the door, her breath feeling as if it was burning in her lungs as she watched him walking away, when he turned and eyed her again.

“Will you tell me your name?” She felt as if she was going to cry, but she refused to give in and offer Chuck any hint of something more he could use over her.

“Mercy,” she whispered softly. One side of his lips tipped up as he mouthed her name to himself, his eyes flaring.

As if the name itself was something more.

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