“It’s stupid shit really,” I brush off.
“If it frightens you, it’s not stupid. Tell me.” He grabs my hand to pull my attention, but I still can’t look him in the eye.
This is so embarrassing. I groan. “I dream about darkness.”
“Darkness?” he echoes.
“Well, it appears to be a man, but I can only see his silhouette. It’s always too dark to make out any of his features. Except, he has large wings like a giant bird… and his eyes glow red with fire. Every time I see him, I feel paralyzed, I can’t move, or even scream. He watches and hovers over me, torturing me with the wait for him to attack. Then, he screams so loud it pierces my ears. He’ll dive down with his mouth open unnaturally wide to consume me whole, and I wake up cold, out of breath, and like an elephant sat on my chest.”
“How many times have you had this dream?”
“I don’t know. A lot. I guess it started about three or four years ago.” I glance up to see his reaction.
“Sixteen,” Jack mumbles. His face goes white, and his eyes are distant.
“Yeah. I guess,” I answer. “You think I’m crazy now, huh?”
Jack snaps his head to me. “No.” His chest rumbles from the low growl of his voice. “You’re not crazy… You’re special. Different.”
I give him a sardonic scowl. “You mean, I’m a freak.”
“No. Unique. That's what pulled me too you when we first met. It felt like gravity—Strong. Heavy. I knew you were different.”
“How?” I urge, acknowledging the present pull between us in silence.
“I can’t tell you everything yet, but I think the nightmares you’ve been having are not actual nightmares. They could be omens,” he specifies without reservation.
“Like I’m psychic? Is that what you’re saying?” I observe with cynicism.
“No. Psychics are fake.”
“Oh, and premonitions are real?” I counter.
“Yes, but premonitions are more exact. Omens are symbolic,” he corrects me.
“So, something really is after me?” I roll my eyes in irritation. Jack avoids answering me and loses himself in thought. I don’t know how to respond to what he’s telling me. This is crazy!
He gives my hands a squeeze before continuing, “What if I told you that you are different? You're different in a way that I'm different. You’re like me, but there's something else about you I can’t figure out. I think you were pulled to Red Meadow for a reason—so I can protect you.” What are you talking about? “I told you I come from a family of soldiers. We're protectors. And we're not a normal family. We don’t come from around here.”
“What are you saying Jack? Like fate? How am I like you? I’ve seen your strength firsthand, and I’ve felt the same pull towards you that you’re talking about. What are you? What am I?” He's scaring me with his assumptions. Is he fucking with me?
“In some ways, we're the same, but there's something about you that's different,” he claims, self-assured.
“Enough with the vague answers, Jack. If you know what's going on with me, then you need to tell me.”
“I’m not sure what you are, precisely. There are a few comparable traits we share, but in my core, I can feel you’re different. And I’m afraid if I reveal too much to you there will be consequences which may hinder your developing abilities.”
“Developing abilities? Are you saying I can do more than dream of omens?” I'm near to having an out of body experience. This can’t be real.
“Yes. What you’ll be capable of is uncertain. But, I know besides the omens, you heal at an accelerated rate which is much faster than the average human.” Jack reaches out and brushes a wisp of hair from my face with his fingertips. “Let me do some digging. I’ll find the answers you're looking for. And when it’s time, I'll tell you everything you need to know.”
His touch overwhelms my want for him, sending tingles throughout my body. “Jack?" I whisper. "What is this? What are we doing?” I want to crawl in his lap and cry. This new development's making me want him even more, knowing he feels the same pull towards me I feel towards him, and I may be like him in some unnaturally human way. I can’t explain the different feelings swarming me all at once. My insides clinch.
“What do you mean?” he wonders as his hand stills against my cheek.
“Are we just friends? Are you just supposed to be my protector now? I’m finding it extremely difficult to not cross a line with you. The more we’re together, the more I want. Like you said, it feels like gravity pulling me to you, but stronger, heavier. I have this feeling in my gut I can’t explain. It's an intuitive sense that we're meant to be a part of each other's lives. And you make me want more, even against my better judgement. Only, you treat me as a friend, and I see you with other girls… It’s maddening!” I can’t believe I just told him all of that. What's happening to me?
Jack leans in, an inch from my body, and I feel the heat radiating off of his skin. He tilts my chin up so I’ll look him in the eyes. His green irises captivate me. “I thought you didn’t look at me that way.”
“As hard as I try, I can’t keep myself from it. You’re all I think about,” I admit with a soft whisper as my heart pounds inside my chest.
Jack leans forward, our noses a hair’s breath away from each other as he looks me in the eyes and whispers, “It’s taken all the strength I have to restrain myself from you… Why are we still torturing ourselves?”
I bite my bottom lip. “I don’t know anymore.” I lean into him, closing my eyes, and the softest pressure of his lips caress mine. I'm overcome with the fluttering in my core as warmth consumes my body. Jack cradles my face with his hand and entangles his fingers in my hair, loosening my braid. Our lips brush back and forth, making me more desperate to be closer to him. My tongue touches his lips, enticing them to part, and he submits to my invitation. His hands slide to the back of my hair as he tilts his head, pulling me to him and kissing me deeper. My entire body's tingling and on fire. Our tongues move together, eager for more. I move up to my knees without breaking our kiss and straddle his lap. I still can’t get close enough. My hands grip his shirt. Jack moans deep, his chest rumbling as his hands smooth over my back to rest on my hips. With his taut and strong body beneath me, a tingle shoots up my spine. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. Panting in the small space between us, I open my eyes and sit up to see his face. His gaze is steady as I watch his irises lighten from dark green to a bright hue, and the sunlight shines on the divine features of his face.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I first laid eyes on you,” Jack confesses, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smug smile.
“It’s been a cruel few weeks for me too.”
Maximus whinnies from behind Jack, and he turns to check on my stead. Jack’s body goes rigid underneath me, his focus distant. “We need to get back,” he notes.
“Ok.” I stand up, and Jack follows me over to untie our horses from the trees.
The ride back to the barn is faster than I expect. I'm struck with a sense of calm, even with the unexpected events unfolding through the day. We slow down to a leisure stride as we approach the barn.
“You know, you can come out and ride Max anytime you want. He would love the exercise.”
“Really?” I glance at Jack in question, and he nods. “Thank you.” I pet Max’s neck, “Would you like that, Max?” We fall into a comfortable silence. Yet, Jack's visibly lost in thought again.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you more answers, Ivy. Believe me, I want to tell you everything. This is just something you’ll have to discover on your own until I can find out more,” he apologizes again, and I nod in acceptance. How am I supposed to figure this out on my own?
We arrive at the back entrance of the barn, dismount, and lead our horses to their respective stalls. I secure Max’s reigns and undress him. His coat's matted down with sweat. I take the saddle and girth back to the tack room and position them on an
available sawhorse. I grab a red halter and lead, and take it back to Maximus, placing the halter over his bridle and securing the lead in place of the reigns. Unbuckling his bridle, I slide it over his ears, under the harness, and off of his nose. Max shakes his head in relief, and I rub his nose and coo, “Good boy. That feels better, doesn’t it?”
Taking the bridle back to the tack room, Jack's putting away his saddle. “I think I want to go get cleaned up,” I tell him.
“Ok.” Jack grabs my hand, and we retire to the manor. “I’m gonna grab a drink. Do you want anything?”
“Water?” He lets go of my hand as I follow him into the kitchen. The dark wooden cabinetry is complimented by the white and brown marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. A wide marble island in the center of the kitchen is surrounded by four white, leather, high back stools on one side. On top of the island sits a bouquet of blue Forget Me Not flowers, arranged elegantly in a white vase. Jack retrieves two bottles of water from the refrigerator and hands me one. I twist the cap off and chug, letting the ice cold liquid cool my throat.
“I’ve got some stuff to take care of. Can I come get you later?” His cheeks dimple.
I pull the bottle from my lips, “Yeah. That’s fine.”
Jack draws me to him by the hand, and his delicate kiss tingles my lips, creating a fire within me. My knees threaten to buckle once again. He pulls back to add, “I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah. Ok.”
He kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room. I smile and run up to my room—taking two stairs at a time—to get cleaned up. I can’t stop smiling with giddiness as I involuntarily blush. I strip off my riding clothes and pull my braid all the way apart. I retrieve my robe off of the floor where I had left it and enter the bathroom to take a shower.
After cleaning up and dressing, I sit on the balcony in need of fresh air. Chain smoking, my mind reels with thoughts. I should have been honest with him from the beginning. What is he? What am I? I'm overwhelmed with questions. A fleeting thought crosses my mind to numb myself and forget how crazy I sound. I promised Jack I wouldn’t. If I’m not normal, is it something passed down from my birth parents? I’ve never tried to look for them before. Maybe it’s time… Maybe I shouldn’t. What am I going to say? “Hi! I’m your daughter! I’m some kind of freak, but I don’t know what I am! Are you a freak too?” I roll my eyes at the thought.
My stomach growls with hunger. I hope Jack won’t mind if I raid his kitchen. The house is quiet as I tiptoe down the stairs. I can’t decide what I want to eat, but I don’t want to make a mess attempting to cook. I snatch an apple from the countertop beside the electric stove and lean against the marble counter of the island as I devour the apple while trying to clear my head.
I toss the core into the trash, opting to give myself a tour, and meander across the foyer into the entertainment room. There's a lot more space than what I could see from the entrance of the house. A massive fireplace is centered on the far wall with a brown leather sofa and two Chesterfield armchairs across from each other before it. I examine the room and spot a black grand piano in the back. Drawn to it, but not sure if I should touch it, I drift over and run my hands across its smooth, gloss, black surface. I prop the top board open and peer inside the belly of the beauty. It's been well taken care of. I glance around the room and listen to make sure no one's around. The house rests in silent stillness. I sit on the bench and open the fallboard to reveal the keys. Seeing the black and ivory pattern makes me long to hear the resonance of the Baldwin.
I rest my fingertips across the keys—a whisper of a touch—and find the starting position I want. I let out a long breath to calm my nerves and test the action of the pedals at my feet. My left hand plays lower keys with tepid warmth as my right hand joins in to play the upper keys, creating a tranquil melody. The reverberation is majestically distinguished. My heart slows its beating as my fingers float up and down the keys to a soft classical melody while my body sways with the composition. I'm immersed in the music and finish the piece with my closed lips widening in accomplishment.
“That was exquisite, my dear,” a throaty, female voice calls out.
Startled by the raspy voice, I twist in a jerk to see a tall and slender woman in her late twenties with glowing, long, blonde waves. Her hands are clasped together against her chest as her smile reaches her eyes. Jack stands behind her with his hands on her shoulders, grinning at me as well. They have the same eyes. Are they related?
I rise with a jolt in apprehensive intimidation and stutter, “I…I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, dear. It’s been years since this home was filled with its resonance, and you play beautifully.”
I'm flattered with her words. “Thank you,” I accept with a slight bow of my head.
“Ivy. This is my mother, Evelyn Roe. Mother, this is Ivy,” Jack introduces us. Mother? She's so young! Is she like you? I step forward to shake her hand, and she surprises me with a tight embrace. I hesitate with the awkwardness of the situation, but relent and timidly wrap my arms around her. I'm seized with the same warmth Jack emits as it seeps into my bones, making me relax. It must be associated with what they are.
Evelyn pulls back and clasps both of my hands between us. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Ivy. Jack speaks of you fondly. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get to meet you.” Huh. No tingle.
“Mother,” Jack whines, and she gives me a knowing smile.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I begin to blush. He tells her about me? “It’s very nice to meet you as well, Ms. Roe.”
“Would you mind playing for me one more time?” she requests.
“Sure.” I trail back to the bench and sit down. Jack leads Ms. Roe by the arm to a high back chair adjacent from the piano and stands beside her.
I ready my hands above the keys and begin to play one of my favorite classics by Erik Satie. It's an easy piece I know I won't mess up with my nervousness. The room fills with the cascading sounds from the piano while the setting sun shines through the windows and permeates the room. The very air appears to glisten. I begin the introduction of the piece—a sotto voce, largo tempo—and play the slow, progressive crescendo. The cascade of notes are a flowing river. Music saturates the air, the room, the house. Sound and light fuse together invisibly, but quite palpably.
Evelyn closes her eyes in reflection while Jack smiles at this new discovery I had been keeping from him. I know the piece well and had played it countless times before. I love the flow and calm of it. It soaks me with a sense of wellbeing and harmony that I hope can make Ms. Roe feel the same way. I hold the last notes with my eyes closed, reveling in the emotions it elicits.
I glance to Evelyn and Jack for their reactions. Ms. Roe opens her eyes and gives a tender applaud. Jack joins her display of appreciation.
“Thank you.” My cheeks warm as I close the fallboard.
“Lovely, dear,” Ms. Roe approves.
“You surprise me again, Sunshine.” Jack's eyes twinkle, and I bow my head to shy away from the complement.
“I feel pleasingly well today. Ivy, would you join us for dinner?” Ms. Roe doesn’t look to Jack for his approval, but I can see the surprise in his expression.
“I would love to.”
“Wonderful. Jack?” She turns to him, “How would you feel about accommodating us with your excellent culinary skills?”
“No problem.” Jack reaches for her hand to help her stand, and I follow them into the kitchen. Jake pours us two glasses of iced tea, and we sit at the kitchen table to visit while he prepares dinner for us.
“So, dear… Where did you learn to play so grand?” Evelyn inquires.
“My adoptive parents had me take lessons for a few years when I was eight. I haven’t played again until I came to Red Meadow University. It’s a requirement for my music degree. I didn’t realize how much I'd missed it until I had to take classes again. Do you play?” I see Jack from the corner of
my eye turn his attention to me.
“Not as often as I like,” she admits. “So, you are pursuing a degree in music?” I nod. “What do you plan to do with a music degree?”
I contemplate a moment. “You know, I’m not sure. Honestly, it’s just something I enjoy, and when it came time to pick a major, I didn’t want to sit through countless boring lectures and spend my weekend’s writing papers. I started playing guitar for an all-girl rock band. I enjoy writing music. Maybe I’ll pursue entertainment.”
“Well, I don’t think you missed the mark by choosing music. You are clearly very talented.” Ms. Roe's easy to talk to, and she doesn’t seem as ill as Jack had mentioned. I wonder if it's just a show she's putting on for me to save face.
Jack turns our conversation as he tosses a salad together on the marble island, “We took the horses out this morning for some exercise. Maximus took a liking to Ivy pretty fast.”
Evelyn looks at me with raised eyebrows, “And you ride as well?”
I glance down to the glass of iced tea in my hands with timid embarrassment at the majority of hobbies I compiled growing up in California, “Yes, ma’am.”
She reaches out and places a hand over my wrist. I meet her kind eyes. “You’re going to fit in quite well around here.”
Jack sets the table and serves us delicious smoked salmon, steamed asparagus, and Waldorf salad. As we eat, Evelyn provides us with historical stories of music, predominantly in her favorite era; The Birth of the Blues. We’re laughing and enjoying each other’s company when Jack surprises me by holding my hand on the table. His mother notices his blatant display of affection, and the apples of her cheeks rise with the crinkle of her bright eyes. I genuinely adore Evelyn. She's warm, inviting, smart, witty, and composes herself with the grace and charm I imagine seeing in royalty.
Our dinner leaves me with a sense of welcome belonging, lifting my spirits. Jack helps his mother back to her room down the hall on the first floor as I clear the table and rinse all of the dishes. I'm loading the dishwasher when Jack wraps his arms around my waist from behind and places a supple kiss on my neck. The spot tingles after his lips leave my skin, and I twist around to drape my arms over his shoulders. My fingers play with the hair on the back of his head as his eyes bore into mine.
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