Dream of Me: Book 1 The Dream Makers Series (6 page)

After having written everything she could remember from class, she set the notebook down, pushed her backpack from the bed, and laid down. Who knew doing research could be so exhausting? Serenity didn’t intend to go to sleep; she just wanted to rest her eyes for a few minutes. How many times had those been famous last words.

Sometime later she woke to a dark room. She didn’t remember turning off the light but then her aunt could have done it. There was something strange about the darkness that surrounded her. Like a blanket being wrapped around her shoulders, the darkness seemed to envelop her. She pushed herself up until she was sitting and blinked several times, attempting to get her eyes to adjust to the lack of light, but it was no use. She was about to stand up when a chill ran down her back. It was one of those feelings she got when she knew someone was staring at her, even though she couldn’t see them. Serenity licked her lips nervously and swallowed down the lump that had developed in her throat before she spoke.

“Sandman.” The word came out much more desperately than she had intended. It almost sounded as if she were calling out to a lover. She swallowed again and then said more firmly. “If you’re there, please answer me. I sort of feel like an idiot talking into the dark.” Her words were met with silence, but still she felt the presence of something or someone. Good thing she wasn’t easily dissuaded. Unless of course she was indeed talking to an empty room, then perhaps it was less of a good thing and more of a need to get your brain checked out thing. “Please answer me, Brudair; are you here?”

“Yes.” A deep, rich voice threatened to lull her to sleep with one tiny word. She shook herself, pushing away the drowsiness.

“Can I see you?” she asked and felt her heart beat speed up at the prospect of finally seeing the object of her obsession for the past few days.

“I haven’t decided if that is a good idea or not.”

Okay, so perhaps she didn’t need to ask him any more questions because his voice was doing tingly things to her.
Not okay, Sarah, not okay
, she silently reprimanded herself. “Why are you still here if you’ve already shown me the dream meant to influence me?”

No answer.

“Why haven’t you moved on to someone else?”

Again no answer.

Getting frustrated, Serenity ground her teeth together as she spoke. “Why are you here?” Perhaps, that came out a little more rudely than she intended, but she wanted answers.

The deep voice finally rumbled “I am here because I want you.”

Whoa, did not see that coming.

Chapter 3

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To see the moon in your dreams means you will soon be confronted with an unstoppable force, object, or personality that will have an immediate and irresistible pull on your life.”

D
air had not meant to be so blunt with her. He knew that his words had come through in a near growl because of how possessive he felt towards her, and he imagined that she was probably terrified of him. He had followed her, as usual, all day, and several times he caught her talking to herself about how she was going to confront him and ask him to reveal himself to her. All day he had thought about what he would do once the sun finally set and the moon took over. Up until the moment she had spoken his name, his true name, Brudair, he hadn’t known if he would answer her. But then she had said his name. Hearing it in her angelic voice caused his stomach to tighten and his hands to twitch with the need to hold her. Silence permeated the room as he waited to see how she would respond to his declaration. He was expecting her to tell him to leave and never come back, but, as usual, Serenity surprised him.

“I’m not really sure what that means,” she admitted. “Is this like a want like a man wants a woman or is this like a want because I’m a shiny new toy?”

Dair thought about how to answer her. She was indeed shiny and new, but not in the way she was implying. She was those things because of her differences from the rest of the world. To him, she shined like the brightest beacon in a world of muted greys. And though those things are what drew him to her, they weren’t the only reason he wanted her.

“You are new to me, but not for the reasons you believe. I have been around for a very long time, Serenity. I have come across all sorts of people in all walks of life. I’ve seen the good in them, and the bad. In all that time, I have never come across a human that drew me the way you do. Your selflessness is a breath of fresh air. You listen to people and not just listen but you hear them and you care about what they have to say. You’re so good, so pure, and unjaded. Even though tragedy has touched your life, you have not let it rule you.” He paused then, thinking of how he should tell her about his other wants without coming across like some strange pervert. She was quiet and though she could not see him, he could see her just fine. He was, after all, the dream weaver and the night was his domain. Her eyes were wide and her plump lips were pressed firmly together as though she was trying not to blurt something out.

“As for the first want you mentioned, I want to be honest with you and want you to know right from the start what you might be getting into so I will be blunt. Yes, I want you as a man wants a woman. I am attracted to you on more levels than I knew even existed. Your interior beauty captivates me, and your exterior beauty calls to the primal part of me that wants to claim you as a mate. I want to know what your skin feels like and how your hair smells just after a shower. I want to see you smile because of something I have said. I want.” He paused and let out a painful groan. “I want things I shouldn’t want and things that I am forbidden from having. Those things all have to do with you, Sarah Serenity Tillman. I want you for my own and I want to be yours.”

Dair could hear her rapid breathing and see the quick rise and fall of her chest. She didn’t say anything for a very long time, but simply stared into the darkness. He didn’t know if that was better than her telling him he was a lunatic and to get out, but waiting for her response was still difficult. Just when he was considering the idea that maybe she had gone into shock, she cleared her throat.

“Okay, so that is a lot of information to process. And frankly it’s a tad, okay more than a tad, ridiculous and weird. . .and. . .and creepy and just so not normal.”

“I think I understood what you meant back at ridiculous,” he said coolly. He wasn’t upset or hurt by her words. Dair was actually amused by her frankness.

“Well, you got to say your peace and, brother, let me tell you, you said enough. Therefore, I get to say my peace.”

“I do not want to be your brother.” The idea of being related to her had his stomach churning uncomfortably.

“It’s just an expression.” Serenity took several breaths and rubbed her hands up and down her thighs. “Basically, I’m trying not to flip out.”

“I would never hurt you,” he told her suddenly. For some reason he felt the need to mention that.

“I’m thinking that if you wanted to hurt me, it would have happened by now,” she said still rubbing her hands up and down her legs. He wanted to comfort her, to reassure her that everything would be alright, but he had not earned that right—yet.

“I think I need some time,” she nodded her head. “Yes, time would be good. Can you just maybe not come into my room and give me freaky dreams for a few days, maybe a week, and let me think about the heavy stuff you have just dropped on my head?”

A week!
His throat constricted and his heart pounded as he thought about being separated from her for that length of time. Somehow, if it was what she needed in order to come to terms with him, he would have to give her that time.

“Very well,” he finally, though rather reluctantly, agreed.

“Can I see you now?” she asked him again and the eagerness in her voice nearly had him giving in to her request.

“I think I should wait to show myself to you after you have thought about the things I have shared. If, at the end of a week’s time, you want to consider us a possibility, then I will show myself to you. But if you decide that there is no place for me in your life, it would be better if you did not see me. It would be easier for your mind to push away the fact that we spoke and return me back to the myth you believed me to be.” As her shoulders dropped forward and the eagerness faded from her eyes, he realized just how difficult it was going to be not to give this woman everything she asked for.

“Okay, so I guess I’ll talk to you again in a week?”

“You will,” he confirmed. “Goodnight, Princess of Peace,” he said in a near whisper. And before he could change his mind and pull the darkness away revealing himself to her, he transported from her room. He ended up across the street behind a large tree staring back at her house with a near instinctual need to go back to her and to be by her side so he could protect her and shelter her. Dair had laid his cards on the table, as the humans say, and now all he could do was wait to see if Serenity would play or fold. He still didn’t know what he would do if she told him she wasn’t interested in knowing him better. Raphael had made an extremely valid point about him and how strong his feelings were. Could he walk away from her? He didn’t know the answer to that question.

As he watched a soft light come on in the window of Serenity’s room, he wondered if she was sitting on her bed with her notebook in her lap. She was probably scribbling down their conversation furiously so as not to forget anything. It settled something inside of him to realize that he knew her well enough to know what she would be doing after such an intense talk. After about twenty minutes, the light finally went out, and for the first time in his existence, Dair found that he didn’t know what to do with himself. He didn’t have a home, so to speak, to go to because he spent all of his time finding his next assignment. Then he spent all of his time with his charge until his required task had been fulfilled. He considered staying close to her, but he didn’t want to go against her wishes.

“Perhaps, you should go to the next human you are supposed to dream weave while she thinks on the things you have said.”

Raphael’s voice behind him didn’t startle him, but he was surprised that the angel had stuck around.

“Did you hear everything?” Dair asked him as he turned away from Serenity’s house and faced the celestial being.

“I heard enough,” he admitted. “I am not telling you to move on, Dair. I am simply saying that you could still be doing your duties while the human makes her choice.”

Dair knew Raphael was right. A sharp pain radiated through his chest as he considered leaving the small town and Serenity. He didn’t want to be away from her, definitely not as far as his duties might take him which could be anywhere in the world.

“I will even accompany you,” Raphael said with a twitch of his lips that suggested at a smile. “It will be like old times.”

“Except you won’t be delivering messages and scaring people with your overwhelming countenance,” Dair pointed out.

“Hmm,” Raphael nodded. “That does make things a little less exciting, but somehow I think we will manage.”

With one last look at Serenity’s window, Dair let out a resigned sigh. He turned back to his old friend. “First stop is a small village in Africa.”

Raphael frowned. “I will never understand how the Creator chooses those who will be catalysts for change.”

Dair chuckled. “He seems to have a thing for small, remote places.”

The angel grunted, understanding that Dair was referring to the town of Yellville and the orphaned girl who had mesmerized him. “See you soon,” Raphael told him and then shot into the air, his huge wings carrying him faster than the human eye could track.

Dair thought of the village where his next human was located and then transported himself. He swallowed down the ache that was growing in his chest the farther he got from Serenity and told himself that he would do his job, give her the time she requested, and then he would proceed to do anything he needed to in order to win her heart. He did not want to spend the rest of eternity with the ache of her absence in his mind, spirit, and body. Time would not ease it, not for his kind. Once the love of an immortal was given, there was no taking it back. She would hold his adoration, love, and esteem for the rest of time.  

S
erenity didn’t sleep that night. She was in shock. He was real. That’s the only thought that kept running through her head before finally moving on to the other implications of such a discovery. He was real. After Dair left, she wrote down their conversation and then she simply lay in bed staring up at the ceiling as if the answers to all of her questions would suddenly appear there. Of all the scenarios she had considered when it came to finally meeting the Sandman, if he even existed, she had never conjured up the idea that he would be interested in her in a romantic way. She had not even considered that he was a man who could feel such things for someone. To her he was a myth who had become a reality—one who had influenced her dream because he had been tasked to do so. That was all she had thought she was to him—an assignment and nothing more, and it didn’t bother her in the least to fall into that category with him. But now, now she had so much more to think about than just the fact that the Sandman was real. Now she had to consider that not only was he real but he, in his own words, wanted her.

As she stood staring at her reflection in the mirror in her bathroom, she frowned at herself. “How on earth am I supposed to process the fact that an immortal being is infatuated with me?” she asked out loud. “How am I supposed to respond to him when I don’t even know him?”

It was Saturday so she didn’t have school to distract her from the situation in which she had suddenly found herself, and it wasn’t her Saturday to work at the vet clinic. So she was stuck at home with questions, fears, worries, and more questions bombarding her mind. As if she had known that in that moment Serenity needed a distraction, her cell phone rang and Glory’s picture showed up on the screen.

“I’m bored,” the twenty-something-year-old said, sounding way too much like a petulant teenager instead of the adult she was.

“You don’t work today?” Serenity was sure that her best friend heard the desperation in her question.

Glory paused before she spoke again. “Nooo,” she drew out the word. “I don’t, and by the way, what’s wrong with you?”