Come celebrate the release of Anita Clenney's new novella, ANGUS: A HIGHLAND WARRIOR BRIEF on Tuesday, May 27 6-8 pm EST. There will be lots of fun and giveaways
Anna brushed her hand against Angus’s back as she said goodnight. She felt the crinkle of paper. What was he hiding from her? At her door, she glanced back and saw him watching her with a worried frown.
Once in her room, she undressed and showered, all the while puzzling over the hidden paper. She was still thinking about it when she got in bed. She couldn’t sleep. Not just because of the paper Angus had hidden. She kept thinking about the Mighty Faelan locked away in his time vault and the warnings from the Watcher. Why had he dreamed about her? And could Druan have been the demon in her dream? Most warriors had vivid dreams, sometimes even visions. But this dream had felt different. More personal.
When she finally fell asleep, she dreamed of the demon again. She was running for her life, and someone was with her. He was wounded. She knew he would die if he didn’t get help. Angus? She couldn’t see him clearly, but the demon wanted her and the man dead. The demon came closer, and just as his face started to come into focus, she woke.
Anna leapt from the bed. The dagger she kept underneath her pillow was in her hand. She was shaking all over. Bloody hell. She’d never had a dream like this before. The demon could have been real, or he could have symbolized the demons of her past. Would she ever be free?
She didn’t want to go back to sleep and risk dreaming again, so she went to find Angus. If she knew him, he’d be up all night reading those papers. She used the special knock on his door, but he didn’t answer. Maybe he was asleep. She could do some snooping on her own and find what he was hiding.
He wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t there. The box of papers was sitting on a table. Anna opened the lid and saw a death certificate. Her mother’s. What she read broke her heart.