dreams whisper through silence by mae 209

 Chapter 209 

Ellie’s POV 

That night, I waited until Dominic fell asleep, his Breathing having deepened and evened out, before I let myself drift off. When I finally managed to sleep, I had strange dreams. They were strange, but not unpleasant in the slightest. 

In fact, they were the sweetest dreams I had had in a very long time. 

In my dreams, Dominic was… different. He still looked like himself-dark hair, blue eyes, that calm, commanding pride that followed him around everywhere he went like a heavy cloak dragging behind his 

feet. 

But there was something softer about him in my dreams. He was softer. 

It began in a garden. The sun was shining high in the sky, the air hot and humid, the sound of cicadas buzzing in the trees overhead. It was summertime. He was lounging on a picnic blanket, propped up on one elbow, his face tilted up toward the sun. 

I was sitting beside him, laughing at something he had said, although I couldn’t quite remember what it was; all I knew was that it was funny, and witty, and very, very charming. I was popping freshly picked wild blueberries into my mouth and they were sweet and juicy, and then I would laugh again, and his eyes shone when he opened them and looked at me. 

“Ellie,” he said. I grinned and fed him a berry. It matched his eyes. 

Then, the dream shifted. We were in the quiet library at the healer academy. Golden hour was coming to its end. Dust motes danced in the final shaft of sunlight streaming in through the high-up window. 

Dominic was sitting perched on the table. I was trying to read, but he kept flipping the pages, distracting me. Every time I looked at him, he was smiling, and I couldn’t be angry. Not when his face was full of mirth and mischief. 

“Ellie.” He snapped my book shut and drew me up into his lap ignoring my protests. 

The dream changed one final time. We were dancing at our wedding. There was no blood, no knife. He 

twirled me like he’d done it a thousand times before, and his eyes were on me, only me. He then lifted me 

into his arms like I was weightless, and we floated out of the room together, toward our honeymoon suite while the crowd cheered and threw flower petals in the air. 

“Ellie…” He laid me down in the bed and crawled on top of me, pressing his body close. It was warm, so warm, and his skin tasted like blueberries… 

Wakefulness came slowly and sweetly after that. I first became aware of warmth on my cheek, and I smiled faintly, not realizing that I had woken from my dream just yet. 

The image of Dominic’s smiling face, his arms tenderly wrapped around me, lingered in my mind for several long moments. He wasn’t arrogant in those dreams. He wasn’t the man who had killed me in my past life or trapped me in this one with loopholes. He wasn’t the one who had found out about our matehood with disappointment and duty and not a drop of love. 

He was kind. Sweet. The kind of man who I’d always hoped to spend eternity with, bound together, just like 

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the fairytales. My prince charming, my knight in shining armor, or perhaps simply a boy with blue eyes who smiled and made me laugh. 

The next thing I became aware of was the sensation of something weighty and comforting draped across my waist. An arm, I realized as I lazily trailed my fingers across the skin, feeling the hairs rise beneath my 

touch. 

Dominic’s arm. 

For a moment, I didn’t realize what was happening. I forgot entirely that those dreams were just that: dreams. I forgot that we weren’t supposed to be sharing a bed, or that somehow, the pillow I’d put between us had gotten moved in the night. I forgot that we had two worlds of hurt and betrayal between us. I forgot about all of it. 

For a moment, I even allowed myself to nuzzle back against his firm chest, and shut my eyes again, exhaling dreamily. 

Just a few more seconds of bliss… 

But then I felt something hard against my butt, and the sting of reality hit me like poison threading through my veins. My eyes shot open, and with a gasp, I sat bolt upright and shoved Dominic. 

Hard. 

So hard, in fact, that he went rolling off the bed and hit the floor with a loud crash. 

“Ow-What the hell!” he groaned, sitting up. His hair was sticking up in all directions and he was looking at me now, half asleep and with a look of complete betrayal. “What was that for?!” 

I threw the covers off and scrambled over the other side of the bed, jumping to my feet. “You touched me in the night!” I accused, pointing at him. “I trusted you enough to let you share my bed and you moved the pillow and touched me while I was unconscious. And you have a boner!”” 

Dominic looked down slowly and flushed deeply. He quickly snatched a pillow and pressed it against his groin, looking away. “I had no control over that.” 

“Right. Whatever.” Sticking my nose in the air, I stormed around the bed, past him, and into the bathroom. 

ľ I slammed the door behind me hard enough to rattle the frame. 

When I was alone, though, and I saw the flush to my face in the mirror, I knew that it wasn’t him who I was mad at. Not really. It was myself, and the fact that, for a few seconds, I had actually been happy to wake up in his arms. 

And beyond that… 

It was the feeling of arousal stirring deep within my belly that pissed me off the most. I swore I could still feel the press of him against me, hard and twitching and bigger than I imagined. 

Of course I was aware that morning wood was a common occurrence, but my mind instantly went back to last night’s confession. He wanted to sleep with me, at least on a physical level. I knew that now. 

The fact that it brought out a similar reaction in me made me feel weak and naive, and it completely went against everything I had resolved to do over the past week. 

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“Pull it together, Ellie,” I whispered to myself. I stomped over to the shower and turned it onto the coldest setting, then stripped off my clothes. I took a deep breath and jumped in, gasping at the cold spray. 

I stayed like that until I was shivering and had goosebumps all over. Then, and only then, I turned off the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, then brushed my teeth and combed out my wet hair. 

“No peeking,” I said, cracking the door when I emerged. “I forgot to grab my clothes, so I’m coming out in a towel.” 

There was no answer. I opened the door a little further, only to find that my room was empty. The door had been fixed, the bed made, and Dominic was gone. 

I knew I should have felt relieved. 

But no matter how hard I tried to feel that way, that persistent little thing in my chest couldn’t help but feel a harsh pang of disappointment at his absence. 

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