Page 246 of Dirty Pleasures


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I gazed around, feeling out of place and on edge. The chill of the damp basement seeped into my very soul.

It was all alien.

Unsettling.

My nerves flared, and this overwhelming sense of dread filled me.

My mind raced, trying to piece together the transition from my bedroom to this dark, confined space.

“No, Pavel.” My eyes settled on Emily, lying motionless on the unforgiving cement floor. “There is no reality where I would allow my mouse to sleep on the ground. Someone would die. This is a dream.”

“It is not, Kazimir.”

But how could I accept his words?

Pavel had died by my own hands, now he stood before me as if no veil of death had ever parted us. He was only a figure relegated to my dreams.

I reached out to Emily.

“I would not do that, Kazimir.”

I froze with my fingers two inches above her arm, ready to touch her.

“I am telling you that this is not a dream.” Pavel stepped forward and terror rose in his eyes. “Why would you then begin to touch things?”

“My mouse is not a thing.” I lowered my hand, and my fingertips brushed against her skin, expecting the cold touch of a figure conjured by dreams.

Instead, her skin was warm, unmistakably alive, but there was something else—a frightening vibration as if her very essence was buzzing.

It was so intense, so unfathomable, that my teeth rattled in response.

Then, her brown skin transformed before my eyes.

Glowing.

And it wasn’t a subtle shimmer, but a radiant, golden light that emanated from within her body. Like the sun itself had been encapsulated beneath her skin.

The dark basement brightened.

And it wasn’t just her skin that changed.

Her black hair went white.

Scared, I yanked my hand back as if burned. The terror that gripped me was primal, a fear of the unknown, of powers beyond my comprehension.

Pavel stepped closer. “This is not a dream. You felt that?”

“I. . .did but. . .” I sat there, transfixed and horrified. “In dreams, things seem real—”

“But they do not feel real—”

“They can—”

“She glowed, Kazimir. She vibrated. I could tell you felt it.” He scowled at me. “This is not a dream or hallucination.”

Slowly, Emily’s glowing gold skin dimmed and darkened back to brown.

Next, her white strands returned to black.

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