Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) (68 page)

“Hmmm,” I mumbled as my
eyes worked up and down her
beautiful figure;
her long
,
toned legs look even long
er in the black satin stilettos
she was nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot in.
“Huh,” I
was finally able to articulate
and her face dropped
.

I dismissively waved the clerk away.

“Duckie, I regrettably must info
rm
you that we shall not make it to dinner this evening. A
night in would be an absolutely
brilliant
way to spend the evening
with a
demonic angel
who has bewitched me
.”

Jay Dee blushed and looked away from me. “
You are ridiculous.”

I stepped up to her and coaxed her by the chin so I could look at her. “I merely speak the truth. Duckie, you honestly render me breathless and speechless more often than I care to admit. Each time I look at you is like the first time all over again, and it puts me in awe that you have chosen me, have marked me as yours for all eternity, and I only pray that one day yo
u will permit me to do the same,” I said before I could stop the words from leaving my lips.

She smiled, her cheeks flushing a delicious shade of rose. “
Yo
u can help me out of it tonight
,
”
she
whispered
, looking up at me
, and
then
yawn
ed.
“
Sorry
,” she instantly apologized. “I haven’t been sleeping well.”

My face dropped.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she assured me as I blindly signed the sales slip, “sleeping in your arms is beyond
words, but I’ve been having more of those weird dreams.”

And Jay Dee effectively ripped me from Heaven and the perfection of the world
where
there was just the two of
us
, to Hell where demons were trying to take her from me.

“Would you like to talk about them?” I whispered, motioning towards the exit.

“Sure, why not? A
re we going to eat or what?”
she asked,
walking cautiously
; f
or someone who
was
unbelievably graceful, she
was
ridiculously cautious.

“Of course,” I assured her. “Whatever you would like.”

“I could totally eat the ass end of a horse,” she informed me, slipping her arm through mine.

I sighed, shaking my head. “I am in love with the
epitome
of class,” I informed her and she smiled wide before grabbing my ass.

“Do you dream?”
I
asked while we waited for
the
hors d'œuvre
.

The restaurant was overly fancy, just how Tanis liked them, and if I wouldn’t have changed into an ungodly expensive dress, thrall and a huge tip would have been
involved to get a table.

Tanis smiled warmly
at me
.
“Yes, I dream of you often.
I dreamt
of you
the night
we first met
and every night since.”

For some
reason, that made me
feel giddy but upset at the same time
.

“Do you dream of stuff other than me?”
I
clarified for his amusement
.

“Yes,”
he
admitted.
“The few human memories
I have retained are merely
those
remembered from dreams.
Me first horse,”
he said and I chuckled
so
he
tossed a dinner roll at
me
,
and
of course
,
I
threw it back at
him
.
“
This is a nice restaurant, Duckie,” he scolded.

Hypocrite.

I pouted my bottom lip out and absently caressed the backs of my fingers along the plunging neckline of the dress and it effectively stole his attention.

“You truly are a demon,” he commented then licked his lips.

“But I’m your demon,” I teasingly reminded him.

He sighed. “Yes, I suppose you
are.”

That wasn’t the response I was hoping for and my face dropped
and
I
folded
my hands
together in my lap
.

“
I remember that me biological mum had silver eyes that were comparable to liquid silver, and me father’s eyes were the e
xact same color as d’Artagnan’s
,” Tanis continued, his eyes moving over my face as he spoke. “
Our youngest sibling was four when
she died, her name was
Daniela;
she
had freckles and
used to snort when she laughed and had a missing front tooth from the time she fell climbing a tree with Georgiana when she was two.
At least, that
is
what I remember from me dreams.
Is it accurate?
I
do not
know.
I have never bothered to confirm any of it with me siblings.
However, as of late,
me dreams
have been of you and only you…why the face?” he asked, turning serious.

Damn it! I hate not having a poker face.

“Well,” I said
,
then chewed on my lip.

“
Talk to me, Duckie,” he pleaded, offering me his hand
.

“Damn it,” I huffed
, weaving my fingers through his
. “
Lately
you’ve been having nightmares or something…you’ve been restless and talking in your sleep. And now that you said you only dream of me, I can’t even begin to imagine the nightmares I’ve been plaguing you with. That’s all.”

Tanis forced a smile. “You are a waking dream, one I never imaged I would hold in m
e
arms when
awake, however, losing you is me
biggest fear, thus it is a nightmare.”

Nervous
, I
fiddled with
my
necklace
.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“Do not
ever
apologize to me for anything,” he scolded. “What have you been
dreaming of now?” he asked as the waitress covered the top of the table with plates of food.

If I wouldn’t have been so damn hungry, I would have asked him to take me home so I could talk to my mom; I missed my parents. Staying with Tanis and his family ha
d
been amusing, interesting, slightly awkward
, and they were apparently sta
lking us, but I chalked it up to merely
being a bored vampire thing.

“
I miss my parents,” I admitted before shoving
something that looked like
bear
shit
my mouth. “What in the hell is th
is?” I asked with my mouth full.

Tanis cocked an eyebrow. “
Goat cheese stuffed mushrooms with bread c
rumbs…
do not dare spit that out
in
a napkin
,” he
warned
.

I swallowed it
and made a face at him before
shoving another in my mouth; they were
actually pretty damn good.

“
I’m still
trying to figure out
the
dreams,
” I started to explain between
bites of food
; obviously my lack of table manners failed to impress the vampire watching me with a strange look on his face. “
The first time it happened was when your brother pulled me off of the bottom of the Pacific.
Then again after we had sex…you and I, not Douche bag and I,” I clarified when his mouth fell open with a popping sound. “A
nd aga
in when I phased and passed out before you broke in and found me.
The waking one
was
at the fair…that was the only one
that
I was actually on my feet for.
”

He nodded. “
They started when I met you,” he surmised.

I shrugged and chugged my glass of wine—how he got me to drink wine again I would never know—and wiped my mouth off with a napkin. “They
started when I first met you.
I don’t know if that’s coincidental or
not
.
I’m leaning towards
not.
I think, that possibly, it has to do with turning eighteen and something possibly, dying for twenty-minutes
could have done it
, triggered them. Honestly, Tanis,” I said, sounding ridiculously aspirated, “it feels as if I’m completely insane and that my mind is finally snapping now that I don’t want it to.
I just got you
and
…
Damn it. Y
ou’ve had to deal with enough crazy people, including your siblings and wife,
for centuries. Y
ou don’t need another, this one a young werewolf, complicating your life even more
with her
apparent
newly found
insanity.”

He continued to give me that strange look which I had been getting a lot from him since I sentenced three werewolves to death.

“Okay then, thanks,” I mumbled and started to get up.

“Sit,” Tanis said, motioning back towards my seat so I slumped down in it and pouted. “Nutter or not,
Duckie, I will still love you. I have waited centuries to hold you, love you, to be loved by you, and I simply will not allow anything, not even severe lunacy, to take that away from me.”

I hated it when he was morbidly romantic.

“
Then why the weird look
?” I
mumbled
, pushing my
plate away.

“It is nothing,”
he
assured me. “What does it feel like when you have these dreams?”

I was sure he was trying to pacify me, or size me up for a straightjacket, but I really needed to talk to someone about it, and since I couldn’t talk to my parents at
the
moment
because
they were trying to s
mooth over my handed down death
sentence with the southwestern Washington pack that was demanding my head on a spit, and Jarvis had class and I
was
stressing
him
out more and
more with each late night call
, Yahto
was
being a dick to me for some reason
, Cain
was
always dancing
...
Tanis was all I had left.