Visions (Cainsville 2) - Page 164

"Evans didn't kill anyone. He got caught up in--" James shook his head. "It doesn't matter. You need to believe me. I've been warned about Walsh, what he'll do to you."

"By who?"

"Men who know what they're talking about. Men who can give us what we want, you and me, the kind of life we want."

I tugged from his grip. "Are they Cwn Annwn or Tylwyth Teg?"

"What?" His face screwed up.

"They're lying. That's what they do. Tell lies and sell dreams. You need--"

"Olivia?"

I glanced over the balcony. Gabriel tapped his watch.

"We have work to do," he called.

"Coming," I called back.

I started for the door. James grabbed my arm. I yanked, but he yanked back, pulling me off my feet. I hit the wall, the wind knocked out of me, and I struggled to my feet, staring at him.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said.

"Protecting you," he said, advancing.

He caught my arm as it swung to ward him off. He dragged me to the balcony railing, and then there was no railing and I was standing on a ledge outside Gabriel's apartment, fifty-five stories above the street. Below, I could just barely make out the Jag, under a streetlight, and Gabriel beside it, his arms waving.

"Olivia!" His shout reached me. "No!"

James gave me a tremendous shove, and I went over the edge.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

I jolted upright in bed, shouting, "No!"

Beside me, I heard a gasp as Gabriel leapt from his chair, eyes wide, fists raised.

We stared at each other for a second, both yanked from sleep.

I recovered first and laughed softly. "Well, I'm glad I was out of punching range when I woke you this time." I'd made the mistake of waking him once, when he'd slept on my couch.

He rubbed his face and fell back into the chair. "Did you cry out?" he said.

"Hmm, I think so. Bad dreams."

"What about?"

I stifled a yawn as I stretched. "I was arguing with James about you, something about what he said yesterday, and . . ." I shook my head. "That's all I remember."

"How do you feel?"

"Like a train ran me over, followed by a steamroller and then a herd of wild horses."

I shifted to get comfortable and winced as every muscle screamed in a wave that threatened to knock me back onto the bed again. Gabriel rose and pushed pillows behind my back to keep me upright. He reached for a water pitcher on the bed-stand, saying the doctor wanted me drinking as much as I could.

I resisted the urge to joke about his nursing skills. If I did, he'd be back in that chair in a second, and I wanted to hold on to this a little longer, these few moments where he wasn't quite fully awake. I watched him pouring the water, hair tumbling forward, face smooth, gaze open. That's when I noticed the gouges under his dark stubble.

"Ouch. Did I do that?" I reached out, fingers stopping an inch from his cheek. Look, don't touch.

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