Gliding inside, she settled herself on a chair and crossed her legs, perching her hands on the armrests. Several deep breaths returned her to the hypnotic state Kane had just created for her.
Drawing deep, she threw herself out of reality.
Her feet padded on a rough trail while jungle surrounded the path. Thick leaves bigger than her father’s hands swayed in the gentle breeze while birds twittered high above. Rain filtered down, but only in drips. Interesting that her imagination had created a jungle; she’d have to watch her thoughts before trying this again.
For years she’d created a dream world to meet friends, and now it was time to up the gift. Time to meet on her timeline.
A stick cracked behind her and she whirled around.
Zane Kyllwood stood on the trail, his stance set, his gaze sweeping the area. He wore dark jeans and a green T-shirt that matched his amazing eyes. In the two years since they’d seen each other, he’d grown even more, probably topping out at six-foot-six. His black hair had been cut short, and the scar leading from his forehead to his left ear had faded slightly.
Janie stilled to show she wasn’t a threat. “We’re the only people here.”
He kept his hand on the knife handle protruding from a sheath strapped to his leg. “This feels different.”
“It is.” She spoke softly, trying to reassure him. “I’m awake. Well, kind of. I’m meditating.”
“But I’m asleep.” He cocked his head to the side, prominent dark eyebrows emphasizing his rapidly narrowing eyes. His eyes were set deep, his cheekbones high, his jawline strong. “Explain.”
For the first time, he truly looked like a warrior. In all the years they’d met in dreams, she’d known he’d grow up to fight. But she’d never seen him so distant—as if it weren’t the two of them against the world anymore. Sure, with the six-year difference in their ages, he’d stopped visiting her while she was younger, but she was an adult now. There was no reason not to meet each other. Or was there?
She eyed him. “I’ve learned to meditate and thought if I tried hard enough, I’d be able to reach you this way.”
“What else?” He released the knife handle.
“You saved my life once.” She’d been in a coma four years ago and had sought out Zane, who’d given her blood in a dream and healed her. Nobody else on earth could’ve done that. He had powers none of them could understand. “I’m not sure, but when you gave me blood, I think it connected us somehow.”
He rubbed his head, his upper lip twisting. “I saved your life, and now you’re using my blood against me? Really, Belle?”
The nickname didn’t warm her like it used to. The first time they’d met, when they were just children, he’d determined that “Janet Isabella” was too grown up for her and decided to call her “Janie Belle.” He’d shortened the nickname to “Belle” some time ago, and he used to say it with affection.
She shook her head. “No. I just wanted to see if it worked. There has to be a reason we’ve been connected for so many years, Zane. You know this war comes down to you, Kalin, and me.” The outcome of the war might affect the entire planet.
Zane rubbed his short hair. “There’s no way the three of us will work together—you know that. So, we’re working separately. All of us.”
The man just didn’t understand. She studied him, her gaze going to the masculine lines of his neck. There was something about the cords along the sides of a tough guy’s neck that had always intrigued her—Zane was no exception. Tingles set up in her stomach. “I always thought you and I would work together. Where are you?” Rather, who was he? But one question at a time.
He looked at her in silence.
Man, he’d changed. Years ago, he could pass as human. Not now. No way would a human mistake the obvious predator lurking beneath his smooth skin. Seconds ago the dark foliage had dominated the area—now he did. He went beyond handsome to dangerous in a frightening sexual way. Worse yet, her body was responding to him in a new way.
Her breath caught, and fingers danced down her spine. She cleared her throat. “I asked you a question.”
“I told you we couldn’t meet again. I asked you to find another path and to stay out of the war as long as possible.” The deep timbre of his voice failed to give her a clue as to where he was living.
“And I told you that was impossible. We need to work together.”
He sighed. “I’m not with the Realm—I never have been.”
“I know. Even when your daddy was alive, you were part of an isolated faction of vampires.” A group of former assassins who caused the Realm no trouble but refused to belong. When his father had died, he’d moved to live with his mother’s people. A people the king had never been able to identify. Chances were he was some type of shifter.
Surprise flashed across Zane’s face. “You know who I am?”
She bit her lip in indecision. Could she fake him out? All she really knew was that he was half vampire. “Sure.”
Two broad steps forward and he gripped her arms in an unbreakable hold. He lowered his head until his eyes pierced hers an inch away. “Oh yeah? Who am I, Belle?”
She swallowed. Even in the created world, heat cascaded off the man. But no smell. For years she’d wondered what he smelled like. Probably something masculine and strong. “You don’t even know who you are, do you?”
Irritation flashed in those deep eyes, and his hold tightened. “Don’t play games with me, sweetheart. You don’t know me anymore.”
Oh, she’d hit a nerve. The guy wasn’t thinking if he thought to threaten her in the world she’d created. If she tried hard enough, she could probably turn him into a donkey. Temporarily, of course. Gritting her teeth, she forced words out. “Listen. You don’t know me anymore, either. You want to work with me for your own good.” On all that was holy—did he think she was some helpless human?
His eyes darkened. “Is that a threat?”
A shiver wound down her spine. From day one of meeting vampires, she’d quickly learned how to cajole and charm. Yet for the first time, she wanted to hammer the hell out of a vampire with an ego. “I’m the one with power here, Zane. Don’t forget it.”
The smile he flashed showed fangs. “Because I gave you blood.”
“Partly.” She’d always controlled the dream world.
He released her arms. “Then we should even the odds, now, shouldn’t we?” Quicker than a thought, he had one arm around her waist, lifting her. The other tangled in her hair and jerked back.
She gasped, both hands shoving against his chest. She might as well have been punching a brick wall.
Sharp fangs pierced her neck.
Crying out, her mouth opened.
Pain melded with a heated pleasure to blank her mind.
With a low growl, he drank deep, drawing her closer. Heat cascaded along her entire front as she met his hard body. He bent her back, drinking.