The girl scrambled to her feet, pulling a backpack down from the luggage rack. But the backpack wasn’t closed and all the contents fell onto the aisle. Rose rushed from her seat to help.
“No, por favor, it’s okay.” She tried to brush Rose’s hands away, fright clouding her expression.
Her fear left a bitter taste in Rose’s mouth. She’d never been feared before.
She grabbed deodorant, perfume, and a bag of mints and handed them to the girl who snatched them out of Rose’s hands.
With a sigh, Rose stood to leave her to it when a leather booklet caught her attention. A need to know the truth caused Rose to reach for the burgundy book. She flipped open the passport and a shiver skated down her spine.
The girl’s name was Alejandra Amada Cruz.
Rose had infiltrated this girl’s dreams. Trembling a little, she held the passport out to Alejandra who yanked it out of Rose’s hands. She stared at Rose as if she were a monster before she hurried down the carriage and out of sight.
“Yeah, I’d run from me too,” Rose whispered as she stumbled back to her seat, wondering if she’d ever stop being floored by what she was and what she could do.
Fionn. She wished he was here to explain. Where was he? His stuff was in the luggage rack above them so he was still on the train.
She didn’t sense danger, so she assumed he was just stretching his legs.
When he got back, she’d ask him about the dream walking. Was it something he could do too? He hadn’t mentioned it.
Fionn would explain and maybe even teach her how to control it. She didn’t want to wander in and out of people’s sex dreams for the rest of her goddamn life!
But wait …
Her new companion, although forthcoming with some information, was still a mystery. Anyone else might think she was crazy considering Fionn had spent the last twenty-four hours telling her about his past. However, what he’d done was state a lot of facts, explain his agenda … yet she knew nothing more of his life or his feelings. Not really.
Maybe Rose could walk into Fionn’s dreams? Learn something about him. After all, she was trusting him implicitly. It would be nice to know her trust wasn’t misplaced.
You dream-walk the guy, you’re hardly trusting him implicitly, she argued with herself.
Truthfully, though, Rose was in no position to trust anyone implicitly. Not even Fionn Mór.
It was decided. She’d keep the dream walking to herself. At least for a little while.
Fionn found a carriage that had only a few people in it. He sat near the back, conjured the headphones, and expanded their use so no one would hear his conversation with Bran, including a sleeping Rose if she awoke and came looking for him.
She’d appeared troubled even in sleep, a frown pinching the skin between her brows, her lips pursed tightly.
There was nothing Fionn could do for her. Unfortunately, she’d have to work through the warlock’s death alone. All he could do was provide reassurance that it was a kill-or-be-killed situation.
However, even that didn’t help if you had a soul.
Why the fuck do you care? he snarled at himself. He seemed to keep forgetting a pivotal fact where Rose was concerned. She’d be dead by the end of the week. Her feelings would no longer matter.
Rage churned in his gut as her face flashed through his mind. His whole being rebelled at the idea of killing her. It would seem, after all this time, after damning himself for what he’d become, Fionn still had enough humanity within him to regret hurting an innocent.
For centuries, he’d told himself that the fae were too dangerous to ever be considered innocent. Take himself, for example. He hadn’t been a perfect human but for his time, he’d been a fair one. A just king. A good man.
That man died the moment he made the bargain with Aine.
All hope of resurrecting him faded when he became fae.
Yet watching Rose learn to use her fae powers was more entertaining than he’d anticipated. Fionn sighed, running a hand through his hair. She had a way of making him see what he was through fresh eyes. What he could be.
Well, until she killed the warlock.
He wondered how she’d feel about her abilities when she woke up. If she’d still want to train with him.
“Fuck,” Fionn grizzled, pulling out his phone. He had too many thoughts and feelings about this woman.