“A dream?” His voice was still completely flat, but the look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. It was not a very nice look.
I nodded. “I’ve been having dreams, seeing things, visions. I wasn’t sure if I was going crazy, or if it was real. But since the dreams about you are real, maybe the other dreams are real, too.”
“Other dreams?” For the first time, there was an expression on his face. I just wasn’t sure exactly what it meant. It was something between curiosity and expectation. I nodded slowly.
“Tell me.” His voice was flinty, his expression intense. He leaned forward slightly, jaw tight, hands clenched.
I swallowed, suddenly very nervous. In front of me was the warrior who had survived countless centuries. Who had fought in battle with a bloody sword and a heart of stone, the Sunwalker who quite possibly drank the blood of Hunters like me. He was more than a little bit scary.
So, I did what any sane person would do. I slipped one hand under my jacket to grip the hilt of my knife, just in case. Then I told him about my dreams.
Chapter Eleven
Once I finished telling Jack about my dreams, I waited for him to comment. He didn’t. He just sat there, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Mr. Silent and Deadly.
“Uh, earth to Jack. These dreams I’m having about the priest. Are they real, too?” I wrapped my arms around myself trying to ward off the chill I felt deep inside me. “Because if they are, I am so not happy about it.”
His voice was low when he finally spoke. “They are.”
“They are what?” I needed to hear him say it.
“They are real. Your dreams are real.”
Damn. It was like trying to squeeze water out of a stone with him. “And?” I prompted.
He raked his fingers through his hair. Something I wouldn’t mind doing myself. Then he got up off the couch and started pacing. I felt like I was watching a freaking tennis match, what with all the back and forth.
“Come on, Jack. Talk to me. You can’t just tell me my dreams are real and then leave it.” Though I was really enjoying the current view of his backside. Whoa. Down girl.
He finally stopped pacing and faced me, his expression grim. “All I can tell you is that your dreams of me are real. I was that knight in that cave. It’s how I was turned. I know nothing of the priest, so I can’t help you with those. I only assume if the dreams of me are real, the other ones must be, too.”
I was getting irritated. Hopping off the chair, I strode over and got all up in his face.
“Listen, Jack.” I poked him in his chest. His incredibly broad, warm, muscled chest. Gods, I’d have loved to rip his T-shirt off and stroke that chest until …
I shook my head. Focus Morgan. “I’m getting really tired of you not telling me what I need to know.”
His expression didn’t change as he gently removed my finger but didn’t immediately let go of my hand. A little thrill ran through me from the contact. Geez. What was I? Twelve?
“What do you think you need to know?”
The condescension made me want to smack him. Unfortunately, it didn’t make me want to stop doing other, much naughtier things to him. I yanked my hand away from his. “How about the difference between a vampire and a Sunwalker for starters? That might be useful.” Yeah, I was full of snark.
He shrugged his shoulders. “The obvious. I can stand the sunlight, they can’t. I eat solid food, they drink blood.”
“And that’s it?” My voice was full of disbelief.
“I don’t know anything else.” Again with the deadpan expression. Liar, liar, pants on fire.
“Fine.” I’d let it pass. For now. “How about telling me more about your turning? Or your life as a Sunwalker?”
For a moment I thought he’d answer me, but then he shook his head. “You need to go, Morgan. I have another student in five minutes.”
If looks could kill, Jackson Keel would have been a dead man.
He shook his head slightly and then before I could blink an eye, he’d swooped down and planted one on me. It was just a little peck of a kiss, but it sent a heat wave billowing through me the likes of which I’d never experienced.
I frowned in confusion as I made my way back to my car. I might have been just a tad bit wobbly.
My hands gripped the steering wheel just a little too tightly. This was all a bit surreal for me. The dreams were bad enough on their own. The fact they weren’t dreams at all, but something much more like memories, only made it worse.
“Shit!” I smacked the wheel with my palms causing the old lady in the car next to me to give me a startled look and make a sudden left turn. I almost laughed. Almost.