Bay’s thrilled, though, and even Zoth seems eager to try some. Damon chatters them both up as he fills one, two, three, four glasses. Zoth downs his immediately, and Damon eases my untouched glass toward him as he refills Zoth’s.
Damon then picks up his and drinks. No, wait. He pretended to drink. The half-demon nods. At me?
A knot forms in my stomach as I pick up my glass, but Zoth growls.
“That’s mine,” he says, his words slurring already.
“That’s fine. I’ll just share Damon’s.” I ruffle Damon’s hair and kiss his cheek before taking his glass and pretending to sip. The scent of the drink, though, is intoxicating, and I start to open my mouth.
Damon takes it away from me. “Don’t drink it all,” he says lightly.
I blink a few times and furrow my brow at him. He just shakes his head.
In no time at all, Bay and Zoth are drunk. It’s funny at first but then grows sadder and sadder as they can’t stop laughing and can’t even get out the words they want to say. Finally, after this drags on far too long, they pass out.
"Now," Damon murmurs. "Who knows how long this'll last?"
“Are they okay? I didn’t know fae nectar could affect a demon like this.”
“It’s not quite fae nectar,” he mumbles. “Later.”
I eye him, but he’s right. We can discuss that later. For now, I have a job to finish.
It’s one thing to use oneirokinesis. Dream infiltration is relatively simple, but it doesn’t always mean you can control the dream. That’s why the dream had been so jerky and disorientating when Bay tried to control mine. It needs a more subtle touch, and I think a bit of telepathy might help.
He’s dreaming about fucking Bay, which is not something I want to see at all, so I tap into his subconscious to have Bay fall asleep in the dream just like she had in real life. Zoth is a bit put out, and now is when I tease his subconscious again, having him think about her classes.
And her professors.
Abruptly, the dream shifts, this time because of his guided subconscious, and I watch him talk at this very table with Bay about her classes. When she mentions Illumination, he growls, his upper lip curling back to bare his teeth.
Hmm. He’s angry about the course. Why? Does he not like that she’s taking Illumination? Does he not want her to be able to see to her true self?
Because she isn't as dark as she pretends to be, maybe?
“Professor Luna,” I guide dream Bay to say.
Instantly, the dream shifts again. Now, Zoth is outside a building, waiting, watching. He lingers there until someone leaves. Oh, it’s the office building of the professors! And he’s following Professor Luna!
Before she can reach the front gate, Zoth whistles. She turns to look, and his hand reaches out. His fingers are claws, and he rips his hand down her front. Abruptly, he pulls his hand out, and he rips out her heart. Professor Luna falls to the ground, her eyes glassy, and Zoth lingers above her and eats her heart.
Terrified by what I saw, I force myself to exit his mind, to stop infiltrating his dream. He’s asleep yet, dreaming about killing her, his mouth moving as if he is right now chewing on her heart.
Chapter 28
To say I’m disturbed is the truth, and I feel as white as a ghost as I make eye contact with Damon. He grabs my hand and announces loudly, “Thank you for the food, but we should get going now.”
Bay stirs slightly.
“We’re going now,” I tell her, releasing Damon’s hand and flying over to her.
“Going?” she asks, slurring the word.
“Damon and I are going to get going. Will you come back to the cottage tomorrow? I… I have some questions.”
“About?”
I lean forward and whisper, “Swallowing or spitting.”
Her eyes widen. “You want to ask sex questions.”
“Hush!” I giggle and cover my mouth.
Bay covers hers, laughing loudly despite her hand. She glances at Damon and waves her other hand. “Go away. Girl talk about dicks.”
"Bay, later," I press. "Tomorrow."
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, tomorrow we’ll talk about… dicks.”
“Okay. Promise?”
I heave a sigh. “I—”
“Make a vow,” she slurs.
I force a grin and grit my teeth as I say, “I vow.”
I shoot over to Damon, and we fly out of there. Bay’s giggles follow us out.
“I so want to hear your conversation about dicks tomorrow,” Damon says with a laugh.
“Oh, hush! And maybe she won’t remember come the morning.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll remember, and you’ll have to call and start the conversation if she won’t.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Ugh!”
“What did—”
“Not now.”
Unlike earlier, it’s a quiet flight back to campus. Once we cross over, I turn to Damon, but he yanks on my hand and drags me down to some bushes, his body on top of mine.
“Get off.” I try to shove him away, but he presses down all the more on me. His hand covers my mouth, and I’m getting really pissed off when I hear a voice.
“I thought I saw something.”
“There’s no one here.”
I go still, and Damon smirks at me. After a moment, he sits up and holds out a hand.
I ignore it and sit up. “That was close.”
He nods. “We’ve gotten lucky so far, but luck always runs out.”
“You first. Go to your cottage.”
Damon shakes his head. “I’m flying you to yours, and you’re telling me what you saw.”
“Damon…”
The bush parts, and Cosmo eyes us. “Well, well, well.”
I push Damon away. “It’s not what you think.”
Cosmo lifts his eyebrows. “It better be what I think it is, or else you two have some serious explaining to do.”
I swallow hard.
Damon stares at Cosmo. “We were just having a bit of fun.”
“Fun.” Cosmo snorts. “Is that what kids call it nowadays? You finally settled on your man, huh? Have you—”
“I haven’t. Not yet. Maybe never. Not going to tell you. Thank you and bye. Let’s go, Damon.” I grab his hand.
We start to fly off, Cosmo laughing behind us.
Damon eyes me. “What was that about?”
“You
