Shadows in the Stone by Diane Lynn McGyver

  Chapter 37

  A Game of Dare

  Is it morning already? It feels like I went to sleep only minutes ago.

  It is. I see the dawn’s light.

  Can I lie here a few minutes more? Bronwyn yawned.

  Okay. Only a few more.

  He groaned and stretched his shoulder forward. My shoulder is stiff. I think it’s from the tumble I took with the troglodyte. Can you put ointment on it later?

  I will.

  Thanks. What a dream I had. It…well. I shouldn’t say anything. She’ll get angry. Oh oh. She might ask questions. It had to be the most vivid dream I’ve ever had. Wow.

  Dream? Goodness, I had a fantastic dream, too! But I can’t tell him we…Why am I hearing your thoughts?

  He felt Alaura sit up quickly, and he forced his eyes open. “What are you doing?”

  “Bronwyn!” She pulled her hand free of his. “We were bridged all night. We…” She stared in shock at him.

  “We what?” He flexed his hand. It felt stiff. He pushed himself to a seated position and rubbed his hair. Seeing her frozen in place with a panicked expression made him concerned. “What’s wrong?”

  She shook her head and moved away. She paled.

  “Are you okay? Are you going to be sick? Alaura, say something.”

  “I’ll…be back in a minute.”

  He watched her rush into the bushes. “That was something,” he said, puzzled. He pulled on his boots then flexed his hand again. He must have slept on it. No. He had slept on his left side and draped this arm over Alaura. He stared at the red dot on his palm. Damn. If we dreamt the vision together then…Alaura and I—oh, oh…then she knows!

  He rose on shaky legs. Although he had planned to never tell her about Breckin, if they had shared the same dream, she knew everything, had witnessed the whole ordeal take place. His stomach churned. Never again could he look her in the eyes. His body overheated, and he felt his face flush. Unlike the time many years ago, he couldn’t run and hide.

  He froze and cocked his head as he looked at their bedrolls. If she remembered everything in the dream then she knew how he felt. She understood. They had talked it out. She didn’t think him foolish. Humph! His stomach settled. Still, she’d be upset about how the dream ended. He placed his hand on his belly, recalling the quiver he had felt. If best friends shared moments like this then he should have called her his best friend sooner.