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If what I had thought was true, then how many of the others in the Alexander Coven had been visited in their dreams by members of the Council, or had had an attempt to visit and invade their dreams take place without their knowledge? For all I knew it could have been none, and that included myself. But, then again, it could have just as easily been every single one of us.
Did that fact that Quinton was what he'd called a dream walker make him harder or easier to have his dreams invaded? Were any of the other ones dream walkers? Had any of them been having bad dreams lately, or interrupted sleep?
I had no freaking clue because that wasn't something we'd ever talked about before, our dreams or our sleep. Now I was regretting all of the questions I had yet to ask them, all of the things I didn't yet know about them. Things I now desperately wanted to know because I thought all of our safeties might have been at stake, and no one but me knew anything about it.
That thought rang a little too close to home and made me feel like I was keeping secrets from the rest of them when I wasn't. Or, I hadn't been until Tyson had tried to force me to run his ass over when he'd stood behind my moving vehicle.
Oh, how I wished he'd never told me about his extracurricular activities with the ex from hell. I wanted to say I'd been better off not knowing, but that wasn't entirely the truth. If not for me knowing, then Tyson would have been all alone, and alone wasn't any place any one in a coven full of other people should have ever felt. I know he didn't seem to have enjoyed the fact he'd been forced to partner with me, but I really wanted to believe that I'd helped him in some way by being stubborn and forcing myself on him. Like, maybe he'd felt alone and helpless before I'd come on the scene and almost run him over and then forced him to divulge his feelings and share his secrets with me, even though he hadn't seemed to want to do any of it. But at least he knew he wasn't alone any more.
But, I digress, because none of that made me feel any less like the liar I felt keeping Tyson's secret for him.
Did I want to call Quinton and confess the whole thing to him?
Yes and no.
I know, the answer surprised me as well.
But, here's the thing. If I called Quint and told him everything I thought I might have learned about Adrian and the Creepy Council, which I had no proof for, by the way, then there was a very good chance I might spill the beans about Ty and the mess he'd gotten himself into, and I really didn't want to do that. As much as I had promised Quinton about every other thing that there wouldn't be anything but the truth between the two of us, I had no intention of telling him what his nephew had gotten himself up to. I had also promised Ty, and I didn't take that lightly either. If I had thought we'd need the help or that maybe we were going to end up hurt, then I would have broken my promise and gone to Quinton with everything. But I felt compelled to give Tyson a chance. He never really asked me for much and he was always there for me when I needed him to be. I very much wanted to be able to return the favor.
Tyson never asked me for much, but always seemed to be there for me when I needed him to be whether I wanted him there or not, and he always gave me anything he thought I needed.
I thought back to him showing up outside of Mr. Cole's house in the middle of the night in his pajamas while flashing that killer smile of his that always made me just a little bit stupid whenever he pointed it at me. Often times, I thought of him as my best friend, and my Salt and Pepper twins had told me once that Tyson had referred to me as the same.
Did I love Tyson? Probably.
Did I love Quinton? Yes, sometimes it came out as unfortunately.
Did that mean I should throw Ty under the bus every time he wanted me to do something that I knew Quinton wouldn't like either of us doing? I knew Quinton would have wanted me to say yes, but he'd never hear it come out of my mouth.
I could love Quinton just as I could love them all. But I would never, ever allow my love for one of them to affect how I handled my relationship with the rest of them. I wouldn't choose one over the other. And I would never give up their secrets when they trusted me enough to keep them to myself.
Ty's plan, whatever it may have been, I didn't know because he really hadn't shared much with me, was safe with me when it came to sharing it with the others.
Part of it was because I wouldn't betray him.
I was honest enough to admit that a large portion of it was also because I wanted to try my hand at being the witch bitch version of Veronica Mars, only I didn't want to carry something as weak as a stun gun and a camera as my weapons of choice. I wanted a real gun and my magic to be on point enough to harm another human being if I thought I needed to.
Surprisingly, I fell asleep with my eyes locked onto the dreamcatcher that Tyson had made for me and hung over where I laid my head to sleep every night. Dash's arms were wrapped around me in a tight, comforting embrace, and it was one where I knew he wouldn't willingly let go of me.
I hadn't thought sleep was possible after all I had learned.
But, by then, I should have known anything was possible. Just so long as I had my boys with me.
Chapter Six
I let out a high, girly scream as I came awake to hands latched on to my ankles and I was dragged at an angle towards the foot of the bed. The room was dark, and no light came from the window. The lights had been turned off, the curtains closed.
Dash was nowhere to be seen, and I remembered the curtain had been open around the window when I'd fallen asleep.
What was going on?
Panic threatened to choke me.
I came to an abrupt stop with my legs hanging off the bed by the footboard, my butt close to sliding off and my hair covering half my face. The large, dark shape of a man appeared above me, and I screamed again. This time it didn't sound girly at all, but, instead, like I was afraid of being butchered by a serial killer, and I was all out of places to hide, so I was screaming and running for my life.
Only there was nowhere for me to run to since I was laying on my bed and someone was blocking my way to the door.
What I should have been doing was fighting and kicking instead of screaming like a moron.
