morning, you’re going to feel my wrath in the form of my foot up your ass’ hour?” Booms the leather-clad male who appears in the middle of the room in a flash of bright warm light.
“Death is picking through the contents of my fridge and making himself at home,” Snatch informs him finally lowering the thawed icepack from the lump on his skull. “Oh, and that’s Morpheus, the God of dreams.”
The blond long haired biker eyes me with dislike where I’m lounging full length on the sofa waiting for my lost girl to fall asleep. With the connection between us, I’m pretty sure I’ll sense when she falls into slumber. My only hope is that it’s soon. Problem is I can’t silence the storm of anxiousness setting off in my brain. The thought of what might be happening to Robin. What that fucker could be doing to her.
“I’ve just had my hands full with another one of your kind,” the biker announces grimly his muscular size eating up more of the free space in the cramped cozy room. “I was hoping to have a reprieve before I had to deal with anymore.”
“Who’s this?” I ask Snatch ignoring him.
In two steps, the newcomer is towering over me his expression promising violence. “Archangel Gabriel and the guy who’s ready to put your arse down permanently if you cause any trouble.”
“Wait..wait….” Throwing up his hands in a gesture of calm and rising from his chair, Snatch intervenes. “Robin got kidnapped by Cupid.”
“Cupid?”
“He’s a God of love and….”
“I know who the hell he is,” the angel snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “What I want to know is why he took my rookie?”
Thanatos decides to take that moment to stroll from the kitchen, a bowl of what looks like ice-cream cradled in his hand. “Gabe.”
“Why am I not surprised to see you here.”
“You know each other?” Rolling onto my side, I punch the pillow beneath my head trying to get more comfortable and settle the inner turmoil. One hit would do it. Liquid peace flooding my veins, the temptation dangling in my thoughts. An unwanted invitation to break my promise.
“Yeah, he’s a constant pain in my backside. Start talking, Morpheus,” the angel grumbles, crossing his tattooed arms over his strapping chest.
“When Robin was in her coma, she ended up on my isle of dreams thanks to my uncle arsehole over there.”
Thanatos waves his spoon in the air before shoving it in his mouth sucking it clean of the lump of ice cream it holds. Dropping into the recliner in the corner he unceremoniously props his boots up on the coffee table.
“And?” Gabriel prompts.
“She helped me with…a problem. Cupid wants to destroy the dreamworld to enslave humankind and make them more malleable. I think I might be able to locate her when she falls asleep. If I can make a connection in her dreams, we can follow the thread back to her physical location.”
“Snatch and I will come with you when you do.”
“We don’t need your help,” Thanatos interjects gruffly before spooning the last of his dessert into his mouth, his gaze locked on the angel’s. “You’re a cranky condescending son of a bitch we can do without. Besides we need to return to the island in the meantime.”
“Sure, you don’t,” Gabriel mocks arching one eyebrow. “With your track record, I’d rather make sure I get this rookie back in one piece.”
Closing my eyes, I reach for Robin in the realm of sleep. “Why?”
My uncle sighs heavily. “Because the longer you don’t remain there, the more unstable it could become. Eventually it will cease to exist. Then Cupid will get exactly what he wants. An end to dreams.”
21
Robin
The sun breaks through the cracks of the canopy of leaves above me giving the forest a warm, dappled radiance. Each breath I take pushes the memories of the prison cell further from my mind. I don’t remember falling asleep. Too fearful of what Cupid or the wraith might do next has kept me on edge, my body aching from abuse. Exhaustion I realize has overtaken me.
“Robin.”
My eyes light up at the sound of the melodic deep accented voice. Morpheus appears through the trees. He’s in a pair of familiar ripped jeans, the black shirt he wears hugging his muscular torso. Those restless unearthly eyes of his shine with such a look of relief it has tears springing up in my own.
Breaking into a run, I throw myself into his arms. Our mouths clash, teeth