Edge of Moonlight (20 page)

“No, it’s not. Because this is a dream. When I wake up, none of this will mean a thing.”

The little muscle in John’s cheek started to throb and she swore she felt walls snapping into place around her. She tried to take a deep breath but it got caught somewhere in her throat.

“You’re not sleeping, Evie.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not. Everything I’ve told you is true. We’re going to be staying here for a while. You’re going to need help figuring things out. You now have…abilities you didn’t have before. You need to learn how to control them.” He looked so serious but then John almost always looked serious. He’d lost the ability to have fun a very long time ago.

“Are you honestly telling me you believe I have magical powers?” He nodded. “Yes, I am.”

Okay, now she knew. This wasn’t her brother. He looked like John and he sounded like John but John never would believe any of the weird-ass crap he’d just told her.

Magic.

There was no such thing as magic.

At one time she might have believed there was. But she’d believed a lot of things when she was younger. She’d actually believed killing herself had been a viable option at one point because the crushing depression had been too much for her to bear.

Without John, she would have succeeded. He’d been her anchor, her sanity.

Now he was telling her she had “power”.

And you know he’s right.

No. No, she didn’t know that.

Yes, you do.

The light bulbs blowing, the furniture moving whenever she got upset or frightened ever since she’d been kidnapped. Ever since the tests.

No.

“I want to go home.”

John shook his head. “You need help.”

Fear and a healthy dose of anger rose up from her gut. Her body temperature rose as she stared at the only family she had left.

“I want to go
home
.”

The window across from the bed shattered outward, the sound of the breaking glass like an explosion.

“John, what the hell’s going on?”

A man burst into the room. Tall, dark-haired. A man who seemed strangely familiar.

He rushed to her bedside, staring down at her with concern in his dark eyes.

“Evie, you need to calm down.” He spoke in a low tone, a soothing tone.

But Evie wasn’t going to be soothed. Not with this wild energy running through her body.

“John? What’s happening?”

“It’s going to be okay, Evie.” John squeezed her hand even tighter. “Dane, what the fuck?”

“I don’t know. Evie, I need—”

Dane froze just as his fingers brushed against her arm.

Then, in a sparkle of light, he was gone.

No, not gone. In his place stood a dog. A huge dog that looked like a wolf.

Evie started to scream.

About the Author

Stephanie Julian is an avid reader who used to have a book-a-day habit. Then she realized she not only wanted to read books but write them too. Romance has always been her first love, the sexier the better. Hot men, strong women and a heaping helping of magic dominate (and she does mean
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