Page 124 of Moonlight & Mayhem

“Nothing,” she insisted.

“Bullshit,” he said, calling her out in front of everyone.

Chris turned. “I ride.”

“Where to?” he asked.

“I don't know.”

“You just said you know where it goes,” he reminded. Chrome stared at her, and she stared back. Neither moved.

Mayhem leaned toward Moon. “Problem.”

Chris heard him. “Mayhem.”

“What?” he asked.

“Shut up,” Chris growled.

“Yes, ma'am,” Mayhem drawled.

Chrome's mouth twitched, and Chris glared. “Don't.”

“Didn't say anything,” Chrome defended.

“You were thinking it,” Chris accused.

“Didn't know you could read minds,” he teased.

“I can read yours,” she said.

“What's it saying?” he asked.

“That you want me to hit you,” Chris said.

His smile returned. “Not exactly.” Her wolf practically sat up, but Chris refused to examine that.

She turned back to Moon. “In the dreams, I ride through the mountains. There’s snow everywhere. There's a road that curves around this huge rock formation.”

Moon nodded. “I saw that.”

“Then there's a bridge,” Chris said. “It’s an old steel bridge.” Chrome's expression changed, and she noticed. “You know it.” He didn't answer, but Chris continued. “After the bridge, there's a town.”

Chrome closed his eyes. “Fuck.”

“What?” Chris demanded.

His eyes opened. “What town?”

“I never saw the name of it,” she admitted.

“What does it look like?” he asked.

“It’s a small town with old buildings, a main street, and a ton of fucking Christmas lights.” Chrome went completely still, and Moon frowned.

“Christmas lights?” Moon asked.

“Everywhere.” That had been the strangest part. The town in her dreams always looked like Christmas. Not normal Christmas. It was too much Christmas. Lights wrapped around every building, wreaths hanging from every lamppost, garland stretched across the road, and a giant tree in the center of town. Snow was falling, and it was beautiful, perfect, and felt completely wrong.