I meant to post this yesterday but it turned out to be a very busy day. So the countdown to Dreamfever is upon us and I can’t help but be giddy with excitement! And if you aren’t giddy yet here’s a except that will make you!
His eyes narrowed then flared, then I was no longer seeing him at all because I’d pushed, pushed, pushed violently, stabbed myself brutally deep into his mind with my special sidhe-seer talent.
I wanted answers. I wanted to know why the animosity between him and V’lane. I wanted to know who to trust, who was–not the better man–but at least the slightly-less-worse one.
I pushed, seeking any breach I could exploit and suddenly I was–
It had to be. The scenery was impossibly lush, the colors too rich, vivid, so full of tone that they had texture, like that first beach V’lane had taken me to months ago, where I’d played volleyball with Alina, when he’d given me the gift of seeing her again, if only an illusion, but this was no beach, this was the Fae court!
Brilliantly colored silk chaises were scattered around a dais. Trees sprouted leaves and flowers of incomprehensible color and dimension. The breeze smelled of jasmine and sandalwood and some other scent that I imagined heaven–if such a place existed–would smell like.
I wanted to look around. I wanted to see the queen on her dais, but I couldn’t turn my/our gaze toward it because I was a passenger in his head, and I was–
inside Barrons body.
I was strong.
I was cold.
I was mighty and they didn’t even know just how mighty I was.
They didn’t recognize me, the fools.
I was danger.
I was everything they should fear but they’d lived so long that they’d forgotten fear. I would teach them.
I would remind them.