In Your Dreams

Chapter 10

A few days passed since I last saw Tristan.  My only company had been Olivia when she brought me food.  Every time I would ask her questions she would make up some excuse on why she had to go.  I'd trick her to stay longer by asking her to do my hair.  She takes pride in her work, but she would always leave when she was done because of "chores."  To pass time, I would read, go in the Jacuzzi tub, or just stare out the window at the garden.  Sometimes I would see shadows outside and felt as if someone was watching me.

Today, I decided to watch TV, which isn't something I was accustomed to since I wasn't allowed that luxury in the institution. I casually flipped through channels and was amazed at the graphics on the movie that was playing. Things had come a long way since the accident.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Thinking it was Olivia, I yelled, "Come in!"

Julian entered wearing a dark-grey dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up.  His muscles protruded through the thin material, showing off his fit body. I couldn't tear my eyes away; everything about him was captivating.  His brown eyes were polar opposites of Tristan's. They weren't bright, but the honey brown was just as beautiful with gold flakes and felt safe.  His defined cheekbones and chiseled jawline were also a sight.  They were as sharp as his wit, and just as mesmerizing as his eyes.

I had to tear my eyes away to stop gawking at him.

"There you go being dirty again, Princess," he teased and gave me a playful wink.

I got up from the couch and stood with my hand on my hip. I tried to ignore the fact that he caught me checking him out.  "I have questions."

"I know. I hear your thoughts every time I pass in the hallway." Julian sighed as he sat in the chair across from me.

I gave him an annoyed look before sitting down and crossing my legs on the couch.  I purposely avoided eye contact. "Well?"

"How can such a small person be so fiesty?" He seemed to ask himself.

"I'm not small... You're just...big," is all I could come up with as a comeback.

He laughed.  "I know you think so. I heard your thoughts when I walked in."

I threw the couch pillow at him and ordered, "Out!"

"Don't be embarrassed. It's flattering, really," he cooed in his Spanish accent.

"You can leave now."

"But if I leave, who is going to answer your questions?" He taunted.

He got me there. I needed some answers.  I was going insane in here being kept in the dark.  I was a naturally curious person.

Julian grinned, reading my thoughts. This was going to get on my nerves.  "There is one condition though."

I lifted my eyebrow and sighed, "Of course there is. What is it?"

"You have to answer some of mine as well," he requested as he made himself more comfortable in the chair.

"Fine," I muttered. "But I'm going first."

He tilted his head and flicked his wrist telling me to start.  Lots of questions popped into my head, but there was one that I wanted answered the most.

"When you found me in the woods and were going to kill me, what did you see that made you decide not to?"

Julian met my gaze.  "I saw that you see things, and that you were in the garden here in the castle."

"I don't understand h—"

"Your dream in the forest wasn't a dream, Princess.  You were somehow here, but not here at the same time.  Tristan really saw you," he explained.