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He watched me carefully, seeming to recognize my fragile state, but he carried on with his explanation. “The plane in which all things exist in this dimension and other dimensions.”
Jude seemed to revert to facts and concrete things when I was out of sorts. Maybe he didn’t have much experience with hysterical females. Not to be cliché, but hell, I deserved to be hysterical after what I’d just experienced. And now he was blandly talking about time travel. Or space travel. It was hard to keep it all straight.
“So, you can move like superfast here on earth where people can’t see you, and you can move in other dimensions, as in dimensions that are not earth.”
“Close enough.”
“Okay.”
“I didn’t tell you this sooner for fear it would frighten you.”
“Well, you were right. It scared the bejeezus out of me! But no more than—” I broke off, gesturing toward the courtyard, not wanting to say the name of the demon prince.
His voice gentled, becoming much softer than usual. “There was no other alternative. I needed you in a protected space. Quickly.”
I was still curled into a ball, backed into the corner.
“Your house is protected? Like spells and stuff.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Spells? I thought we had our discussion about witches.”
“Yes, yes. They don’t exist. I got that. So what, holy water or something?”
“A cast of protection. Some Flamma have this power. You will, too. One day.”
I gave a curt nod. “I just wish it could protect me from nightmares. I don’t want to have another one like I just had.”
His face shifted from slightly relaxed, as much as Jude actually relaxes, to stone once again. “It wasn’t a nightmare.”
“What do you mean? It certainly wasn’t a daydream. I was out cold. I went to this other terrible place.”
“He marked you. You were soul-sifted to his lair. It wasn’t a dream of any kind. Dreams are subconscious fragments within your mind. None of what you experienced took place in your mind.”
“Wait a second…soul-sifted?” I thought my head was going to pop off. “My soul left…my body?”
“Having tasted your blood, the prince,” he ground out, as if saying his name was too painful, “now has the ability to summon your soul, among other things. I should not have left you, but I was unable to… I needed to leave before things became volatile.”
Before they became volatile? They were pretty damn volatile before he left.
“Please, I need you to tell me in plain English. Are you saying my soul left my body?”
He nodded. “When I returned, I knew what had happened instantly. I didn’t think he would summon you so soon. I called you back at once.”
I thrust both hands through my hair along the sides of my temples, trying to grasp this.
“What would’ve happened if you hadn’t brought me back? Would my soul be stuck there forever in that fucking Dracula castle?”
I think his jaw popped. Or he was literally grinding his teeth to the bone. “No. He needs you, body and soul. Soul-sifting you is a way for him to, how should I put this, woo you.”
I actually snorted a laugh, but there was no joy in it. “This is dating in the demon world?”
“It’s no laughing matter.”
“Trust me, Jude, I in no possible way find any of this funny.”
Perhaps it was the sudden crack in my voice or desperation in my eyes, but his tense vibe ebbed a tad.
“I thought demons couldn’t do their dirty work on holy days. That’s what you told me.”
