Dreamer (The Seeker Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

the details about the council and the true purpose for the vacation, focusing instead on the sightseeing we had done and all the beauty of Ireland. I gave everyone the small trinkets I had chosen for them, but I was holding the Claddagh rings back for Jack’s birthday in a few days. It was close to 9:00 p.m. and I was beginning to droop when Jack kissed the top of my head and suggested I get to bed.
    “Come on, sweetheart. You’re exhausted.” He pulled me up off the couch and dragged me toward the stairs to my bedroom. I said goodnight to everyone, kissing my mom and Grams and thanking them for a wonderful homecoming dinner. I hugged Tara and Megan, promising to catch up more in-depth with Tara the next day. As soon as we were out of sight of the others, Jack pulled me into his arms for a sweet kiss. “You get some sleep, okay? I don’t like the look of those dark circles under your eyes. I don’t think you got enough rest over the past couple weeks.” He kissed my forehead, a worried look on his face. “Call me when you wake up. I will try really, really hard not to call you, no matter how antsy I get.”
    I laughed, kissed him again quickly, and went off to my own bed with my own pillow, which I had sorely missed.
     
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    I woke late the next day, appreciating that Mom and Grams had let me sleep in. I’d had a wonderful night’s sleep without a trace of the awful nightmare. I tried to remember what day of the week it was, but gave up when I couldn’t grasp it. I headed downstairs, following a mouthwatering smell. Mom was at the stove, flipping pancakes. I grabbed a cup of coffee and asked her what day it was.
    “Sunday, sweetie.” She chuckled a bit. “Jet lag’s no fun, huh?”
    “Yeah, it’s a bitch, Mom.” At her raised eyebrows I muttered, “Sorry.”
    She came over and hugged me. “I’ll forgive your potty mouth this once, since I missed you so much,” she teased. “Your grandmother is not the best influence on your language.” We shared a secret smile over my audacious grandmother, whose language could, indeed, be colorful. She held my face in her hands, her thumbs running gently over the dark circles under my eyes. “You still look tired, Ally. Did you not rest well over there?”
    It was the perfect moment to tell her about the awful nightmares, but something held me back. “I really missed you all,” I said as I hugged her, tears close to the surface. Later, I would need to analyze why I was reluctant to talk about these dreams. Hopefully they were a thing of the past, anyway.
    “Okay, enough of this.” She stepped away, wiping her eyes. “Let’s get you fed and then I think you better call your boyfriend. He may have promised not to call, but I have a feeling he’ll be here pounding on the door before too long. And when your grandmother gets up, we want to hear about what happened with the Council.”
    We feasted on blueberry pancakes, Grams deigning to join us halfway through, making her entrance wearing a purple silk caftan. “Darling, you still look exhausted! Why don’t you go straight back to bed after breakfast?” She had a mischievous look on her face. “I’m sure Jack won’t mind.”
    “Cute, Grams. I already texted him.” When Grams was seated with her breakfast and coffee, I filled them in on the details of my meeting with the Seer Council. They laughed at how the ladies had tricked me by pretending to be at a gardening conference, but were shocked by what I told them about possibly being the next Oracle. We hashed it out for a while, but were ultimately unable to come up with anything new or useful. They related all that had happened while I was gone and how they had spent their Christmas, Grams at the senior center and Mom with her boyfriend, whom Grams and I had yet to meet. It was so good to sit and talk with them; I am lucky to have such a happy, if somewhat unusual, home life. After about an hour I had to call an end to the fun. “Jack’s picking me