My Soul To Steal. Rachel Vincent
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was a horrible, cruel, emotional parasite, but she couldn’t have played architect in my dreams if I hadn’t given her the building material. The fears were real. Deep down, I was terrified that Nash wouldn’t stay clean. That he didn’t love me enough to even try. Because I wasn’t worth loving. Why else would my father have left me with his brother and let me be hospitalized?
My resolve wavered again, and I clutched at it like a life preserver, refusing to give in. Refusing to wallow in my own fear, which was no doubt what Sabine wanted.
I threw back the covers and grabbed my cell from the nightstand, pacing back and forth on my rug while the phone rang. My alarm clock read 2:09.
“Kaylee?” Nash sounded groggy. “What’s wrong?”
“Is she there?” I demanded, stomping all the way to my closet, then turning to stomp the length of my bed.
“Is who here?” As if he didn’t know!
“Sabine. Is she there with you? Tell me the truth.”
His bedsprings creaked. “You woke me up in the middle of the night to ask if Sabine’s with me?”
“It’s not like that’s a stretch, considering how late she was there last night.”
Nash groaned and I heard him roll over. “I sent her home hours ago. Before midnight,” he added. “Why?”
“Because she just gave me another nightmare, Nash. She was feeding from me in my sleep, like a great big flea!” Which made me feel a bit like a dog and gave me a huge case of the creeps. “I don’t want her in my head, or in my dreams, or in my room.” Or in my life, or in his. “If you don’t do something about her, I will.”
I had no idea what I would do, but I’d come up with something. Fortunately, Nash didn’t press for details.
“I will. I’ll take care of it, Kaylee. I swear.”
“What on earth did you guys talk about? ‘Cause it obviously wasn’t the fact that she is not allowed to stalk my dreams!”
“Kay, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“It better not.” Sabine had invaded my most private thoughts. “It’s almost as bad as having you in my head.”
Nash’s sigh sounded like it had completely deflated him. “I don’t …” He stopped and started over. “I said I was sorry about that. So sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight.” Because he’d been high when he’d tried to Influence me into his bed. “It’ll never happen again. Can we please just move on from that? Please?”
“You can, obviously. Forgive me if I’m having a little more trouble with that. Especially with your new girlfriend playing dreamweaver in my sleep!”
“She’s not my girlfriend, Kaylee.”
I sank onto my bed, clenching one fist around a handful of my comforter. “Well, she’s not much of a friend to you, either, if this is how she treats your … people you care about.”
He sighed again. “You have her at a disadvantage. She thinks she has to use her entire arsenal just to even the odds.”
“I have her at a disadvantage? Tod says the two of you were attached at the hip. Or was it the crotch?” Yes, I was being petty and unreasonable. That may have had something to do with the fact that I wasn’t getting any sleep, and I’d just had my psychic energy drained by my ex-boyfriend’s leech of an ex-girlfriend.
Nash’s bedsprings creaked again, and the soft click told me he’d just turned on his bedside lamp. “Are you mad at me because I slept with someone else two and a half years ago? Before I even met you?”
“Yes!” I stood again and rubbed my forehead, well aware that my lack of logic wasn’t helping my case. But I couldn’t help how I felt, and he wasn’t doing much to alleviate my worries. “And don’t say that’s not fair, because ‘fair’ isn’t even in the equation anymore. What you let happen to me wasn’t fair, either. And I’m sure Scott would agree.”
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