Night Visions (Night Series) by Elena Gray Page A

braced her hands on the cool porcelain, her eyes closed against the impending pain. Seconds ticked by without a twitch of discomfort. Slowly opening her eyes, she gazed up at her reflection. The moment her eyes landed on the mirror, her breath caught in her throat. Not even the brush clattering against the tile floor fazed her.
    Frozen in place, Sam could only stare at the image before her. Long , ebony hair and violet eyes stared back at her.
    As Sam struggled to form words, the woman's arms lifted. Each one encircled by glittering gold bracelets embedded with rubies and emeralds.
    “He will hurt you. Don't believe his lies.” Her voice grew desperate with each tear glistening in her eyes.
    “Who?” Sam asked, confused. But the image vanished as quickly as it appeared.
    Reaching her hand toward the mirror, she pressed her palm against the cool glass.
    W hat is she trying to tell me?
    Who was going to hurt her? Ian? No. She refused to believe that it was him. Not after the way he held her, touched her. Each caress conveyed his passion. And he was the one that stopped them from going further. Why would he do that if he wanted to hurt her?
    She needed to trust her heart.
    Threading her fingers through her damp hair, she massaged her temples, trying to ease the tension building in her head. What the hell was she supposed to do? Tell Ian that she had to go, because the strange woman in the bathroom told her to. Ginger trusted him and she didn't trust anyone.
    A knock on the door shot her a foot in the air. “Yes,” she said, pulling her towel tighter.
    “Dinner's ready,” Ian called through the door.
    “Okay. I'll be there in a minute.” She let her face fall into her hands. It can't be Ian. Please God don't let it be Ian.
    Releasing her breath , Sam hurried to get dressed, before he suspected something was wrong. Everything would be fine. Soon they would meet up with Jason and she would finally know if Ian really did intend to stay with her. Until then, she’d have to trust him. Regardless of what the woman said. If she wanted Sam to listen, she should quit being so cryptic.
    Tugging a creamy cowl neck sweater over her head , she adjusted the collar before slipping on a pair of gray leggings.
    There was no time to blow dry her hair. She’d have to leave it damp. Once the bathroom door swung open, the smell of cheap pizza greeted her nose. Along with the scent of wet dog. Scrunching up her nose she sat in the empty chair across from Ian.
    He'd changed out of his swim trunks into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. His hair spiked from the rain.
    After what they’d experienced in the pool, she didn’t understand why she felt so awkward around him. If anything, it should have been while their lips were molded together. As well as their bodies.
    Her eyes darted to the bed. Would they sleep there together? Or did he change his mind, realizing he'd made a mistake?
    Don't over think it Sam. Whatever happens, happens.
    Ian pried the cap off a bottle of beer, sliding it across the table. Her lips brushed against the opening, allowing the cool liquid to slide down her throat. But even it couldn’t extinguish the burning fire inside.
    "How was your shower?"
    "Fine." But would have been better if he had joined her. An image of her hands gliding over his soapy body filled her vision. Her fingers roamed lower, teasing, then pulled away.
    "Sam."
    She blinked away the image until Ian's face came into focus. "Sorry, what did you say?" I was busy trying to finish what we started.
    "Aren't you going to eat?"
    Her eyes fell toward the table, trailing over the large, red box atop it. She reached for a piece of pizza, suppressing a laugh at how much it resembled the cardboard containing it. Before she could take her first bite, Ginger walked by, shook her sodden fur, spraying Sam from head to toe.
    “Ugh. Thanks Gin, but I already took a shower!” she scolded, wiping the moisture off her face with the back of her hand. So much for