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January

Dreams

Carrigan Richards

COPYRIGHT

Text copyright © 2020 Carrigan Richards

ASIN #B018W2DX7E

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Cover design by Nick Taylor. Edited by Lindsey Alexander.

To learn more about author Carrigan Richards, please visit her website at www.carriganrichards.com.

DEDICATION

To my dad, for believing in me every step of the way.

COPYRIGHT

DEDICATION

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Eight

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

PLAYLIST

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ALSO BY CARRIGAN RICHARDS

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

—Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within a Dream

Chapter One

Through the thick fog, I see a silhouette of a man, sauntering toward me. He is tall, lanky. I can’t see his face. I’m on my knees, in the middle of a forest, breathing hard as if I ran for miles. The leafless trees sway from the building wind. The cold is almost paralytic over my body and I do my best to stay alert of the mysterious man’s approach. He doesn’t seem to be in a rush as he keeps walking a steady pace.

“Well, hello traitor,” he speaks in a deep voice.

He found us and he’s going to kill me. “Please, don’t,” I beg.

“You knew this would happen when you ran away with him.”

“I never meant to hurt you. Please!”

Clouds drift across the moon as rain starts pouring heavily, pounding into the ground. Stumbling to my feet, I start running.

Faster.

Fear grips me.

“You can’t run from me,” the man screams.

I pick up my speed, letting branches and wet leaves slap my face.

He found us. It was stupid to run away. I know Casper is my enemy, but I love him.

“Megan!” I hear Casper’s voice.

With a sharp intake of breath, I come to a halt looking for him. My heart knocks against my ribs and an unusual excitement rushes through me.

“Casper.” I whisper once I see him running toward me.

“You won’t take her away.” He runs past me, and clashes with the dangerous man. The two wrestle until a gunshot echoes in the night. I jump, losing my breath.

Neither of them move.

No.

“Casper?” I warily move toward them.

“Megan, are you okay?” I relax when I hear his voice.

Pushing the man off him, he gets to his feet and rushes up to me.

His beautiful, brown eyes are intense as he checks me for injuries. Rain drips from his bleach blonde hair that stops just above his eyes.

Placing my hands on either side of his angular face, I rub the slight stubble of his cheeks. “Casper,” I say. I’m shaking, not only from the cold. “He was going to kill us.”

“Are you sure this is what you want? Being with me is dangerous.”

“I’m not leaving you. I love you. I don’t care that we’re enemies.”

His soft hand touches my face, and I close my eyes, loving his warmth. “I will protect you with my life.”

What a foolish mess I’ve gotten us both into.

“We’ll go back for the Nuummite Jewel when it’s safer. It’s too dangerous right now. We have to find another way.”

“But without it, you’re not immortal.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

How can he say this? The Jewel is the only thing protecting him and we don’t have it. I can’t bear the thought of Casper dying.

“Everything will be okay, Megan.”

I wake with a start, sitting upright with my hand to my chest, trying to calm my pounding heart. What was that?

It was just a dream. That’s all.

Savannah, my mini-Jack Russell, burrows out from under the covers and sneezes. She yawns and stretches while looking at me sleepily.

I settle back against my pillow, calmer now. But the fear of someone trying to kill me still grips my insides. And the intense feeling I got when Casper looked at me. Why on earth did I dream about Casper? Ugh. It’s not like I’ve been thinking about him or anything.

I hate Casper Truitt. Actually, hate is such a nice word for the way I feel about him. He has no regard for anyone but himself and isn’t afraid to let anyone know. He hails from a stupid rich family and probably bathes in hundred dollar bills every night, at least, that’s what Cherry and I joke about.

My room is dark, and I relax a little thinking I have a couple more hours before I have to get up, but when I check my clock, I curse, knowing I forgot to set the antiquated alarm. One hour late. I’m used to my phone where I program it and not have to worry about it, but Mom took it away.

I kick off the covers and rush through my morning