Chase offered to stay with him, but Max kicked him out with the promise that he wouldn’t drift off. He wanted the chance to look through the journal before he showed it to the others.
Max sat down, opening it. Surprised and smiling he pulled out his camera and took pictures of all of her notes. She’d written everything down with a noted memory or memory/dream? Either or both highlighted next to her entries.
Astonished, Max glanced at Montana sound asleep on the bed. She continued to be dragged through hell, but was beginning to remember. Even if she wasn’t sure if her memories were real.
He finished reading the journal before sending the pictures to Jamie, hopefully the notes would help them somehow. Or at least give them insight to how Sterling was operating.
He closed his eyes for a second, opened them and shook his head fiercely. He’d been able to get a short dreamless nap today, only because he hadn’t been in close range of Montana he figured. But it wasn’t enough, and he was dead on his feet.
Standing up, Max put the book in the table drawer beside Montana’s bed then went to find Chase and some caffeine.
After he finished discussing what he found with Chase he wandered back to her room. The closer he got to her bedroom door the colder it became.
Max stopped, shot off a quick text to Chase to meet him upstairs, then slowly opened the door. An icy mist enveloped him; the last thing he noticed was Montana’s empty bed.
Jamie and Doc pulled into the designated spot at the beach, and jumped out of the car.
Sam parked farther down the road behind them. She didn’t want to be seen, after all she hadn’t been invited so she’d borrowed Jamie’s car to follow them.
Wow, she thought as she snuck up to the other side of the energy field, it was huge. The sheer silver skimming and winding through it covered a good portion of the beach.
She kept her hands by her sides, only because she wanted to run her fingers through the energy, badly. Somehow she knew that would be a good idea. Taking a tiny step closer she glanced in.
All she could see was the mist from the gulf drifting in, so thick, churning, swirling, and shifting until it dissipated around Montana, and a really ugly dead guy covered in skin so thin you could see his bones.
Sam shivered as she watched Montana stand on her toes, eyes glazed over, and weave her fingers through its sickly grungy hair.
I shifted my body closer to his, my face so close our noses almost touched and threaded my fingers through his hair.
He was hot and all mine. I was enamored, consumed by him. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. We would be gods, we would be immortal. He would not be imprisoned much longer. I would be his queen.
My heart fluttered. He would keep me. I would have eternal life by his side, we would rule the world together. I kissed his chin, his cheek, his lips. He laughed, raising his hands to the night. The cold, cold mist covered us once again.
Sam stood immobile, watching them, her hands twitched, the spell on the tip of her tongue. It’s not time she reminded herself, not time to try the spell.
She envisioned two images at the same moment, them standing on the beach, and Montana dying if she cast the spell.
Forcing her limbs to move she ran back to the car. She had to find a way to tell Montana about the spell. Her instincts screamed that Montana had to be present within herself at least partially for the spell to work without causing her too much damage.
Man she was glad Jamie couldn’t work the spell. Her gut told her Jamie would botch it, big time. She would have to keep better tabs on what was going on and find a way to contact Montana privately.
She jumped in the car and drove as quickly as she could home, without getting a ticket, which would end up in her arrest because she didn’t have a driver’s license. Maybe she would have time to search Jamie’s computer before they showed up.
Max sprang off the bed, lunged through the door, and stumbled into Montana’s room with Chase on his heels.
He had no recollection of how he ended up in the spare room, but he remembered the dream.
Montana on the beach with Sterling. Sterling whispering in her ear about how he would be free soon, how they would be together, immortal, ruling the world. Sterling portraying a handsome demigod in her eyes. Then the mist fell and swirled around them, and the dream changed.
Even though Sterling’s words were the same he changed. He was no longer the handsome demigod, but the walking dead, gross and sickly, skin and bones.
It kept running through his mind, her kissing him that way. That’s what yanked him out of his stupor and propelled him to her room.
His body hurt, she drained him every time she pulled him into her consciousness. He ignored it and opened her door. She wasn’t in the bed, the bathroom light was on.
He expected to find her in the shower trying to warm up, instead she was doubled over the toilet retching.
Chase tugged him back out of the room by his arm and down the stairs.
“I don’t understand it Max. She didn’t leave on her bike or in the car. I found you crumbled on the floor, she was gone. I hauled you into the spare room, checked the house,” he paused to give Max a pain pill and some coffee, “I checked her room again and she was there sleeping.”
“I need to get back up there, now this is making her sick.”
Max clasped his hand on Chase’s shoulder.
“No, she’s remembering, let her remember.”
Max explained the dream he had in perfect detail to Chase’s visit to the beach.