Ric woke up in the bed alone. He wasn't precisely surprised, but took him a surprisingly long time to decide that what he remembered had actually happened. What convinced him was being naked; nights of vivid dreams were taking a sort of toll on him ( Read more... )

His sleep had been broken and troubled. This time it wasn't disturbed by erotic images and sensations. His gasps weren't the result of pleasure, and his sheets were soaked in sweat when he woke for an entirely different reason ( Read more... )

The morning after had been awkward and confusing. It became a little less generally uncomfortable once he'd managed to convince himself that the eyes in his dream had been black, not ice blue. Maybe it shouldn't have mattered -it was just a dream- but it very much did. The content of the dream had raised enough issues to make him uncomfortable, ( Read more... )

It was a last ditch, desperate effort to leash his dark side. The only thing left, if this didn't work was for Ric to die. He'd resigned himself to that, but with nothing to lose he was willing to try magic. Ric wasn't hopeful, but it might work, and he couldn't think of a way that it would make things worse than they already were ( Read more... )