Chapter 129: Strange Dreams (1)

Esme stared at her friend for a moment, reading his facial expression and feeling her chest tighten at what he must be going through right now. Before she met her first mate, Esme was not too concerned about getting one; like Marcus, she didn't think she would get a mate. Why would the Moon Goddess grant them such a gift? But she never waited so long to meet Ethan compared to Marcus, who was still mate-less after six years.

"I think you are being too pessimistic. You've only ever been in the Hellhounds, Marcus. You can't say for sure you won't have a mate if you haven't travelled much further than the forest; ah ah, let me finish," She pointed her finger up, stopping her friend from interrupting. "Don't you dare say you have travelled because the missions Camilla sent you on do not count. We were in and out within thirty minutes, after days of watching like damned animals stalking their prey."

She leaned forwards and grabbed her pizza slice, taking a few bites before continuing. "Your mate is out there. I swear some people have gone ten years without meeting their mate-"

"I'm nearly at that stage," Marcus grumbled back with a sigh and went back to his pizza.

"Such a diva," She jested, shooting him amused glances and smirk. 

"Okay, let's do a role reversal.. You still haven't met your mate, but here I am on my second, and my first hadn't even died.. another point I just want to add that would have made more sense as to why you have a second mate, but let's get back to the questions later.. I have two mates, and you have none.. How would you feel? Do you think you'd be calm, eating your pizza and not acting like a diva? And I'm not a diva.." Marcus started to ramble, making Esme shake her head with a giggle, covering her mouth as she tried not to choke on her food. 

When she finally ate her food without choking, she answered him. "I would not be a diva. I wasn't bothered before meeting Ethan about getting a mate. We may have had that discussion.." Esme glanced at him, checking that she knew what chat she was mentioning; from the slightly sad flicker crossing his blue eyes, she could tell Marcus understood and continued, clearing her throat. "But.. it was more for my sake." 

Esme kept her eyes on the food, reaching forward for another slice.

"What? Why.."

Esme smiled gently. "Marcus, you were the only person I trusted, the only person I relied on. If I got too attached, if my feelings for you grew, it would have crushed me to see you finding your mate. I never dreamed that I'd get a mate; Camilla asked me to do the dirty jobs, the ones that not even you knew about. Anyway.. It was the right thing to do; I can tell you're not crushed after seeing me with not just one but two mates. So, I can honestly say I would be fine. My hopes were never high in the first place."

Marcus looked at her unimpressed. "Really? Well, we will see if I get the chance to have a mate or not.." He sighed and grabbed another pizza slice. "Let's stop discussing this now. I feel like the discarded, friend-zoned best friend who can't find true love from a rom-com at the moment."

"You really can be such a diva.. Here.. have my nuggets," Esme offered, and Marcus gaped at her. She never gave away her food. At least he knew how special that act was.

The pair finished all of the food without complaints, and Esme showed Marcus to the guest suite. He was impressed with the place and joked about moving in. She really wouldn't mind, it would be like old times, but the place was a five-star hotel instead of a cottage in the woods. 

Once she bid him goodnight, Esme crawled into her own bed and smiled when she saw Gabriel already waiting for her under the covers. "I hope you weren't waiting long?" She asked with a small giggle and a feeling a little concerned that neither of them saw his figure come into her apartment. She hoped not all vampires were as quick as Gabriel.

Dangerous creatures.

"Hmmm, very dangerous.." He purred into her ear. 

"Will I actually get my beauty sleep tonight?" She sighed happily into his chest, trying to ignore the stir in her heart and core from his voice alone.

Gabriel chuckled and hugged her closer. "I will not deny you from your dreams. But you better dream of me." He kissed her head as his hand ran up and down her arm. 

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"Do you dream?" She asked through a yawn as her body moulder over his, her leg resting comfortably over his groin.

"Sometimes, but most of the time, it is blank," Gabriel murmured, then shushed her gently as she parted her lips to speak. "Go to sleep now. I'm not going anywhere."

"You little weirdo watching me sleep.." She yawned again and smiled at the slight vibration of his chest from where he chuckled before tilting her chin up and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. 

Esme sighed and tightened her hold on her mate before they loosened, and she found his warmth and sweet smell lulling her to sleep. The weight of her head relaxed into his chest more, and she let the darkness consume her. 

When Esme next blinked her eyes open, she covered her eyes with her hand, shading herself from the sun beaming down on her. The rustling of leaves to a light summer breeze made her sit upright, looking around in alarm. She had been sleeping on the grass under the tree; it seemed to be late afternoon now. 

Her gaze followed the scenery around her, and she sighed, content with such a view. The hill she sat upon revealed the large lake surrounded by mountains, olive and pine trees, full of greenery and the sounds of nature of the chirping birds made her smile. Next to the lake appeared to be a white palace, its pillars holding it up steadily against the mountain range. Already she could see the fireflies starting to dance across then still waters. 

She stared up at the cerulean sky in wonder. It was magnificent. Even with the sun shining, stars scattered across the sky, twinkling still as though they were trying to outshine the sun. Her gaze followed a few shooting stars and fell back to the palace before her; for some reason, staring at the beautiful structure that was otherworldly made her feel uncomfortable. 

Esme clutched the fabric more over her head, hiding her features further even under the baking hot sun, hoping her peasant's attire would keep her disguise for longer. Her navy and gold stola was covered by a dull hooded cloak, her dark brown hair hidden beneath except for a few strands that broke free with the wind. 

A rustling noise from behind her caught her attention; she turned her head only to pause when she felt the cool blade of a sword against her throat. "Hmmm, is there a reason why there is a blade at my throat?" She asked the person wielding the sword, to which she could not see just yet. Her unconcerned voice caused the person to chuckle lowly behind her.

"I should be asking why a servant is taking a nap so far away from their masters in the palace," Came a smooth, velvety man's voice. 

Esme smiled, not caring for the blade, for she could easily disappear. "My masters are rather kind and allowed me this time to myself," She replied; her gaze was forward as she heard the man's footsteps coming to stand beside her. 

"Is that so? I heard they were wicked and corrupt. This is the first I have heard a servant say otherwise," He replied with amusement in his voice. Esme peeked up at him, his words gaining her interest. Nobody would dare say such things; maybe he was a lost spirit, a traveller. 

But her eyes locked with his, and she knew then that he was no spirit. She had never seen someone with such looks before; his white locks shone like pearls, his skin as smooth as marble. The long black chiton he wore made his looks stand out more, but for some reason, she could not see his features clearly; they were blurred and became more blurred the longer she looked at him. 

Whatever being he was, she needed to stay clear of him, lest her special spot becomes known to others. "If you are visiting, my lord, may I suggest keeping such thoughts to yourself," She advised politely.

"For a servant, you speak rather freely. Lower your hood, let me see your face," He ordered, but his voice was soft like butter. She rather liked his voice.

Esme smiled again. "It was nice meeting you." She looked at the white-haired man again as her body began to disperse into black mist, falling away into the shadow of the tree and disappearing. 

Esme's eyes snapped open, instantly feeling disorientated and slightly sick as she stared at the windows of her bedroom. Raindrops trickled down the glass, the clouds almost brewing a storm across the city in the early morning. She frowned and inhaled deeply, her stomach unknotting and the slight headache that was forming started to subside. 

The dream she had started to become a blur, the world she'd created in her mind started to crumble, but one figure did stand out. The man with the white hair. She rolled over and saw Gabriel sleeping peacefully, and she smiled, whispering, "I really did dream of you.. It was a strange dream, but you were there.." She shook her head before clinging onto his body once more and closing her eyes.

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