Silver shot through the air and slammed into my father as he tried to scramble to the car door. He went down hard, screaming in pain. Winchester tried to cover my eyes, but I cried for my dad. I hated this memory. I loathed it so much, but I forced my eyes to stay focused through my tears, needing to see what happened. I silently watched as my father lifted from the ground, laughing while my mother screamed in frustration. The memory froze. All except for my dad, who took in the scene on the porch before turning glowing red eyes in our direction. He silently studied me, eyeing Rhys briefly before returning his attention to me, determination burning in his gaze.
“Daughter, it is time. You know what you have to do now. Save them all, or we will all fall beneath your mother’s need for revenge. Remember me when you wake this time. I am proud of whom you have become, and I am coming to find you.” He burst into flames, slowly moving toward the porch to stare at the child version of me, smiling while I held my arms out, weeping for him to take me with him. Everywhere he stepped, flowing red flames covered the ground.
“That isn’t possible,” Rhys whispered, turning to look at me carefully before he spun, finding my father inches from us.
“Van Helsing, be kind to my child. I created her to save us all, so your services are no longer needed. You’ve played your role, so tread very carefully where my daughter is concerned. You have no idea what she is capable of doing, but the entire world will know soon enough.”
“What are you, Remi?” Rhys asked as the scene changed into a bedroom. “Was that the last time you saw your father?” he demanded.
“I don’t even remember seeing him that time. I know it happened, just not why or when. Why am I telling you this? I don’t even like you anymore.”
“Because I’m a demon, remember? Plus, I took control of your dream the moment you fell asleep. You are currently grinding your body against mine, and that is giving me more power and control of you in your dream state.”
“Peachy, I’m a leg humper when asleep. Nyx will be so relieved that she isn’t alone in that division.”
“What?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes dismissively.
The lights turned off, and I peered down at my suddenly naked body. “Put my clothes back on! This isn’t a memory. I have never in my life worn anything this ridiculous!” I wore a sheer pair of panties with tassels on my nipples. Reaching up, I pulled them off, groaning as they left my nipples sensitive.
“Oh, this isn’t a memory. It’s your naughtiest fantasy playing out for me. Let’s see how dirty you really are, Remi,” Rhys chuckled. The scene changed into a dark room with candles lit in sconces on the wall. “A dungeon? I have to admit, I didn’t see that coming.”
“That makes two of us. Are you sure it isn’t your fantasy?” I asked, feeling his hands as they slipped around me from behind. His mouth kissed my neck, and I frowned, noting that another version of Rhys stood in the corner, watching himself fondling me. “Because this isn’t weird or anything, right?”
Rhys captured my hair, turning me around, and lifted me from beneath my thighs to claim my mouth hungrily, walking us toward the bed. He chuckled from where he now stood beside us, watching as his fantasy double devoured my lips, grinding his erection against me.
“Your fantasy is me?” he questioned in disbelief.
I moaned, unable to answer him because my tongue was busy. Fantasy Rhys was way less drama than actual Rhys. He lifted my body, slamming me down on his cock as my head pulled away from his, a scream bubbling up to erupt from my lips.
“Really? You tell us to stay the fuck out of her head, and here you are, pulling the cheat card by learning her darkest desire. Why is she fucking you in her darkest desire?” Cole asked, and I turned, staring at him from where he stood next to Rhys, who watched his body-double thrust into my body, pulling out, before spreading my legs to gaze down upon me. “Jesus, isn’t that a pretty pussy?”
“You assholes,” Acyn growled, his eyes narrowing while he moved toward the bed. Kneeling beside it, he reached out, touching my clit. “Pretty little flower, Sweet thing.” I moaned, hating them all for being in my head.
“Bend her over so I can fill that tight ass,” Illeron growled, exiting from the shadows.
I shivered with rage as Rhys shoved into my body, and I exploded around his cock. I slammed the mental walls around me, blocking out the Van Helsings. My body jerked, and I jolted upright, screaming. I turned on Rhys as he slowly lifted from the bed, his eyes scanning my face, studying the way I trembled.
“Stay out of my head!” I yelled and turned at the echoing sound of men rushing through the hallway toward my room.
“How the fuck did you do that?” Rhys questioned.
“What the hell just happened?” Cole demanded, entering my room with the others on his heels.
“Good question because it couldn’t be what I think just happened. No one has ever thrown me out of their head,” Illeron snorted.
“It’s impossible to eject an incubus demon from your dream once he has access. She just ejected four of us,” Acyn stated, folding his arms over his chest to stare pointedly at me.
“Five,” Nyota groaned. “Sick bastards. Some shit I don’t ever want to see you doing. Trying to make Remington want you when her entire fantasy revolved around Rhys… Well, that is one of them.”
“I don’t think she came out okay,” Cole stated, watching me trembling.
“Get out,” Nyx screamed from the doorway. “All of you, now. Rhys, if you intend to stay, strip naked and cuddle her. The fire is gone, and she’s freezing eternally.”
“Who the fuck made you the boss, nymph?” Rhys growled warningly.
“I am her person! I am the one who knows what to do when something goes wrong. I know Remi’s secrets, her dreams, and I know when she is in trouble. She’s in trouble! Are you willing to measure dicks over this and lose her in the process? I’ll save you the trouble. I don’t have a dick, which most of your brothers can verify! Her core temperature is dropping, Rhys Van Helsing. You will lose your advantage if she dies, and if her temperature gets too low, she will die! It has to be gradual. Her body has to reach its natural temperature on its own. You woke her up too early, so get her comfortable, now. Heat her body, so that her body can slowly regulate its temperature.”
Silently, I watched Rhys stand, pushing down his sweatpants, while he stripped naked. Nyx made a strangled noise of need in her throat, purring as he glared at her. “Get the fuck out, all of you. Now,” Rhys snapped. He slid the robe off of my body, pulling me close against his heat. My hand lifted, curling around his hand to bring his palm against mine. “You’re okay, Remi.”
“Worst day ever,” I muttered, burying my face against his chest, inhaling his enticing scent. Heat enveloped me, and the feel of his body against mine comforted my mind while I allowed sleep to consume me, to heal.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I awoke alone, stretching out on the bed, before lifting my head to find Rhys studying me. I could see the questions dancing in his gaze, but I didn’t know their answers. My mother hadn’t been forthcoming with anything. I’d barely remembered the ordeal before I’d left as a teenager, which I now knew had been altered by Winchester.