Page 14 of His Stolen Queen
I remembered something!I never remembered my dreams. But there it was, clear as a picture in my mind.
Whoever was in my dream had blue eyes. Icy blue eyes, a color unlike any I have ever seen.
The edges were a deep, dark color, with the iris being an almost mirrored blue. So light and clear with swirls of jagged patterns.
My heart started to slow down to its normal pace as I fought to remember more details. But none came to me.
Except for blue eyes.
I shivered as my mind pulled my body back to the present, glancing around my room in order to ground myself in familiar surroundings. I spotted our dressing table, the half-closed door of our ensuite. The large window with cream-colored curtains gently blowing in the summer's night breeze.
A sound pierced the still air, and I turned to gaze upon my husband. David was gently snoring away, and I smiled in relief at the comforting sound of his sleep.
I rubbed at the space on my chest where my heart had returned to its normal beat, although the uneasy ache that usually lingered long after my dreams still refused to abate.
I hadn't had a dream like that in a long time. They used to occur frequently, every few months or so. The night before our wedding was the last dream I vividly remembered.
Well, vivid was a strong word. I just remembered waking up, sobbing uncontrollably, as if a loved one had just died.
David's sister, Bonnie, who was sharing a hotel room with me, had to call my soon-to-be husband to calm me down. I had no recollection now, but apparently, I had been inconsolable; hiccupping through tears and rambling incoherently about soul mates and breaking someone's heart. I couldn't explain anything to her in the aftermath because, just as clear as the dream was to me while I was in it, the details faded just as fast when I jerked awake.
It always happened that way.
And this dream was no different.
Except for blue eyes.
With a cautious glance at David, I slowly climbed out of bed and padded to our ensuite. Closing the door with a soft click, I turned on the light, blinking rapidly against the harsh glare.
Once my eyes adjusted, I pulled down my panties and sat to pee. My eyes were drawn to the spot on my underwear where myvagina had nestled. It was wet. I rubbed at it, and my finger came away with a sticky substance.
David and I didn't have sex before bed, so it must've been a very explicit dream. I was frustrated that I couldn't remember. I could recall some details of my other normal dreams, but these specific dreams—the ones that have haunted me for years—they always evaded me. But now, I had a small detail. Icy blue eyes.
I could never recall what we did in these dreams, only how I felt when I woke. The person’s features were still a blur. I couldn't remember what was said or where we were. I just knew that when I woke, my body suddenly shifted into panic mode—as if I were missing a vital part of me. A sliver of sadness and déjà vu would hit before the feeling disappeared as I desperately tried to clutch at it like sand through fingers.
As I washed my hands, I stared at myself in the mirror. Green eyes looked back at me, bracketed by dark circles—made even more noticeable by my pale skin. My gaze zeroed in on my neck, and I frowned as I gathered my dark hair to one side. My neck tingled, and I absently rubbed the spot.
Another hit of familiarity washed over me, and I tilted my head farther, leaning closer to observe my smooth flesh. Just as quickly, the odd sensation vanished, and I sighed in annoyance at my foolishness.
I turned off the light and left the bathroom, moving softly back to bed. As I slid back into the warmth of our sheets, David gave a small groan and turned onto his back.
His eyes blinked open, and he frowned up at me. "Babe?" His voice was laced with sleep.
"I needed the bathroom," I whispered. "Go back to sleep, sweetie."
He gave a small grunt and closed his eyes before he stretched his arm out to me.
I smiled and sank into the comfort of my husband's arms without hesitation, determined to push aside the odd feeling in the pit of my stomach.
David's arms closed around me as I snuggled against his chest. His lips kissed the top of my head before he fell back to sleep.
It was a long time before I was able to do the same.
Chapter 7
Alice
"Hey, Siri, call hubby."
