Several hours later the phone rang, jarring her out of the deep sleep she'd fallen into. She snatched it off the nightstand with a little grumble, hit the answer button without looking to see who was calling.
"Isabelle?"
"Bernie? Why are you calling so early? Is everything okay?"
"Early?" he asked with a chuckle. "My dear, it's almost eleven. I was beginning to worry."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I must have shut off my alarm." She sat up and swung her legs off the bed to stand. She winced as she straightened, everything hurt. Bernie was saying something but she had to pull the phone away so he couldn't hear her little groan. "I'll be in as soon as I can. Would you like me to stop by the diner and pick up something for lunch?"
"That would be lovely. I'll see you soon." She disconnected, set the phone on the night stand, then stumbled to the en suite.
What the hell happened? She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess, the old t shirt she'd gone to bed in was missing, and there were red marks all over her. She turned to the side and spotted more marks on her back and butt.
She was still trying to remember when she got out of the shower fifteen minutes later. There were vague images of incredible blue eyes, strong arms, a wicked smile, and black feathers, but she couldn't grasp anything solid, it was all a haze.
It must have been one hell of a dream. She laughed to herself. What the heck could the feathers mean?
She marched to the closet to pull out some clothes and stopped. A single black feather was laying on the floor next to the bed. Her eyes went wide as she snatched it up. It was huge, longer than her forearm and as wide as her hand. It was a glossy black that seemed to shift colours in the sunlight.
Her gaze fell on the book still open on the nightstand, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
It couldn't be. She shook her head. That was just a dream.
With a nervous laugh she flipped the cover closed, then scooped it up, and continued her march to the closet. She set it firmly on a shelf, laid the feather on top of it, and turned away to grab her clothes. The closet door swung shut with a little bang.
Just a dream. She repeated to herself as she dressed, and then headed out the door.
Then why do I remember black wings around me?
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Within (Walk Through Shadows Book One)
Fantasy"Is this safe?" She whispered. He pulled her against him tightly. "I'll never let you go." He dipped his head to capture her lips, a few more beats of his powerful wings and they rose above the treetops. They turned slowly in the moonlight. Alasda...
