Free DreamKeeper by Storm Savage Page A

different hue. It looked almost eerie as the waves thrashed against the sand beneath a full moon. With no hills or trees to block her view, she could see millions of stars twinkling above. Beyond the shoreline lay nothing but rolling, black water—a striking contrast to the sublime image cast by day.
    They walked side by side for a little while longer before Sage pointed to a small grove of trees up ahead.
    “Pomegranates…” Sage picked up their pace.
    Upon reaching the shrubby looking trees, they plucked the ripe red fruits and smashed the thick skins open with a rock. Sage nudged her into the center of the thicket to conceal their presence while eating.
    “Mm.” She bit into the juicy red fruit, taking both pulp and seeds into her mouth. She couldn’t get the sweet liquid down her throat fast enough.
    Sage nodded in agreement while devouring her own. She glanced at Angel who had juice trickling down her chin. They both laughed and Angel sensed a strong bond developing between them. After spending an entire day getting to know each other while surviving on their own, she couldn’t help but feel close to the beautiful, yet visceral, woman. They had come to know each other on a more intimate level.
    “I think we’re getting closer to home. I couldn’t go back the way Ciara brought you because I feared crossing paths with Blade. I knew he would be hot on her trail. I’m not sure which direction Savaant chose.” Sage gazed up at the moon. “But one thing I do know is that the moon rises close to our villa and sets in the distance. See how large and close the moon seems?”
    She looked up. Sure enough, the rising moon loomed over them like a huge, golden globe.
    “That beautiful full moon is shining in my bedroom window as we speak. By morning it will be on the opposite side of the island. So we must be getting close.”
    “I’ve always loved the moonlight. So many different moods created by a majestic full moon.”
    “Perhaps you’ve always been meant to be one of us. Nahtosha waited a long time to choose her male. The timing for you to be with Savaant couldn’t be better.” Sage had posed an intriguing thought.
    Angel recalled Savaant’s account of Nahtosha and the day they’d agreed that the sea creature had selected them long ago to carry out her plan. “Savaant and I kind of felt the same way…as if our lives had been destined to merge by a more prevailing force.”
    She chose not to reveal that she’d heard Nahtosha’s voice speak to her. She wasn’t sure how Sage would react or if, in doing so, she might anger Nahtosha’s spirit. Risking agitating an unseen spirit didn’t seem like a wise decision.
    “Are you feeling better?” Sage asked. “Though you didn’t say much I could see you struggling.”
    “Yes, much better. I’ve learned to endure many things in silence. I must confess this day has been one of the most challenging.” Her thoughts drifted. “Except for…never mind.” She caught herself before dredging up the past.
    Sage didn’t pursue the matter, much to Angel’s relief. Nobody except Savaant needed to know what had been dead and buried long ago.
    “Ready to move on?” Sage tilted her head with an encouraging look.
    “Yeah.” She stood up and stuffed a few pomegranates into the pockets of her robe. “I’ll take these along just in case.”
    With a pleasant smile Sage led the way as they left their quaint little grove. Upon their emergence from the thicket, a tall figure cast his shadow on the sand from behind.
    “Good evening, ladies.”
    Sage spun around. Angel felt the hairs on her neck bristle before she turned to face Blade. His eyes glimmered with lust.
    “You came out of hiding just in time. Another few minutes and I’d have passed you by. Everyone’s been fretting over your whereabouts all day.” He sounded anything but sincere.
    “Stay the hell away from us,” Sage hissed. “We know you were behind Ciara’s evil deed. So drop the innocent