Dying Dreams (Book 1 of Dying Dreams Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF

But you’re a fucking idiot. You’re working for the wrong people. You are working for the enemy.”
    “I’m not coming to work for you.”
    “Someday you’ll change your mind. They’ve got us all registered now, did you know that?”
    He nodded. He knew. He hated the registry as much as every other person with fae blood or supernatural abilities, but he couldn’t say that out loud. Complaining about the situation would do nothing to make it any better.
    “What do you think is coming next, Sloane?”
    “You get to vote?”
    “Fuck you. Don’t bullshit me. I’m too damn old for it. You’ve worked for them long enough to know that whatever’s coming next ain’t gonna be good.”
    “You don’t know that,” Sloane said, but a part of him knew Moon was right. His hope that Moon was wrong was what kept him getting out of bed every day, but his fear that Moon was right was what kept him working hard to be strong and well-positioned in the government for when the bad arrived.
    “I tell you what, Sloane. You come work for me, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know about me and my wolves.”
    “I’m not a wolf.”
    “That’s the difference between us and your government, Sloane, we don’t discriminate.”
    Sloane looked at the bartender and snorted.
    Moon threw back his head and laughed. “I didn’t say we all love non-shifters, but we don’t discriminate.”
    “Tell me what’s going on with your wolves.”
    Moon took a drink of his pink beverage, grimaced, and shook his head. “Wolves aren’t the problem,” he said. “Mermaids are the problem.”
    “What do you know about the mermaids?” Sloane asked, the hairs on his arms and on the back of his neck rising.
    “I know they aren’t getting killed by fucking eels, Sloane. I’ll tell you this much, because as much as I hate your government, I don’t hate all non-shifters. I’ll tell you that some figure the humans are due a reckoning and the mermaids are the beginning.”
    Sloane grimaced. He hated Moon’s riddles. “The mermaids are fae, Moon. Why would the fae start a war against the humans with the mermaids?”
    Moon winked at a female shifter on the other side of the bar, before turning his attention back to Sloane. “You find the answer to that question, and you’ll have a shot of surviving.”
     
    Fulsom stood next to the car, and blatantly flirted with a female wolf while her mate watched. Luckily for Fulsom, her mate was currently torn between amusement and anger. If the female wolf had been returning the flirting or if it looked like Fulsom was even remotely serious, he might have had a fight on his hands. If Fulsom was human, he probably would have had a fight anyway, but wolves didn’t fight trolls unless they had to. They were too evenly matched, and trolls, especially Fulsom, fought dirty.
    Sloane ignored the scene and got into the passenger seat of the car. Fulsom blew a kiss to the male wolf and sashayed to the driver’s side door. He climbed in and ignored the wolf staring stonily after him. “You have a death wish?” Sloane asked, once Fulsom had started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
    “I haven’t been in a good fight in two months,” Fulsom said. “I need to hit someone.”
    “Huh.” He would never understand Fulsom. The guy always seemed so laid back that Sloane sometimes forgot the troll could get angry. Fulsom had given no indication of needing to let off steam, not even to Sloane, and Sloane was pretty sure he knew Fulsom better than anyone else. He started to ask the troll what was going on, but he stopped himself. Fulsom wasn’t a sharer. He was also annoying as hell and didn’t seem to care about anyone or anything. Sloane knew him well enough to know his apathy was pretense, but even Sloane wasn’t sure what Fulsom truly cared about.
    “What did Moon say?”
    “He’s got nothing to say about the wolf sightings. I say we park down the street and watch for any big groups leaving the