Nine Lives. Sharon Sala

my dreams get mixed up with reality.”

      “Remind me never to sleep with you,” he said, and when her mouth dropped open, he realized what he’d said. “Well…that’s not exactly what I meant. I just meant that I need to be the one sleeping on this side of the bed, so that when you go for the gun, you have to crawl over me to do it.”

      Cat’s cheeks burned.

      “Not in this lifetime,” she muttered.

      He grinned again, then winked.

      “I think you’re well enough to be left on your own now.” He stood up, then dug in his pants pocket and pulled out the little silver charm. “Hold out your hand,”

      Cat did so, palm upward. When she saw the glint of silver as he dropped the charm into her hand, her vision blurred.