rolling hills and fertile forest for his brother, sure he would appear soon.
It is you with whom we need to speak.
Cade saw the woman’s smile, and his heart ached at his loss. He’d never gotten to know his mother and father the way his brother had. Maybe that’s why Thayne remained so devoted to the Craft, his way of remembering and staying connected to their parents.
If she didn’t stop it with the wise-and-gentle-messenger act, though, Cade swore he’d freak out. This wasn’t his thing. Thayne was the spiritual devotee. This was his scene.
Either Thayne had gotten lost on the way to the forum or Cade had made a wrong turn in his dream.
You will have to be stronger than you believe you can be, stronger than you have ever been, to help your brother fight the evil that will soon be knocking at your door.
His father’s thoughts boomed through Cade’s mind, deep and demanding, the exact opposite of his mother’s dulcet mental tones.
You must protect each other and keep her safe.
“Keep who safe?” Cade blurted, shocked that he wasn’t speaking telepathically, too.
You will know when the time comes. She is The One, your mate, the woman who belongs to you and Thayne. Keep her safe.
One woman for both of them?
Cade had done some freaky things in his life, the meat in a threesome sandwich with two women among them, but a ménage with his staid and, as far as he knew, nonfreaky brother?
Was his mother serious?
Very serious, my son.
“But—”
This is but one issue you must deal with in the days and weeks to come, Cade. You must have faith, more than you have ever had before. You must trust in yourself and your power. You must believe in the magick. Your belief and the magick will save you. It will save all of you…when the time comes.
Now he knew his parents had made a mistake and needed to talk to Thayne, since this was some serious woo-woo stuff. Or maybe his parents had chosen Cade because he wasn’t a believer like his brother? Did they think he was the weakest link and needed the effort?
This is your path. Let it be so.
Cade listened to his father’s parting words as the two figures disappeared in the mist from where they had appeared.
He felt like they left him high and dry, because how on God’s green earth did he get his cautious, responsible, and unadventurous brother on board with a ménage a trois?
* * * *
Cade heard the blinds open a second before sunlight pierced his eyelids.
“Rise and shine, brother! Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”
“Shit, I hate morning people,” Cade mumbled and pulled the comforter over his head. Just as quickly, however, Thayne pulled it away, leaving Cade’s top half uncovered. In response, he went fetal. “Go. Away.”
“Early to bed, early to rise…”
“You can shove the adage, because I didn’t get to bed early.”
“And is that my fault?”
No it wasn’t, but that dream had messed with his mind so much after his parents had left him alone in that field, he’d woken right up and barely got any sleep afterward.
Thayne sat on the bed and put a hand on Cade’s shoulder. “You’re not going to while the whole day away in bed, are you?”
“I was kind of planning to, yeah.”
Thayne chuckled and slapped him on the hip as he stood. “Get up, lazy.”
Cade did sit up then, opening his eyes to peer at his brother.
Did that smile on Thayne’s face hold just a touch of I’ve-got-a-secret smugness to it?
“What’s your problem?”
“Nothing, just…” Cade shook his head. He debated asking his brother if he had seen Mom and Dad in his dreams. If he didn’t ask, he’d never know. What could it hurt, right? “Did you, uh, have a dream about, um—”
“Spit it out, man.”
He couldn’t do it. What if Thayne hadn’t seen their parents and Cade let something slip that he wasn’t supposed to, like there’s one woman out there for both of us and I hope you don’t mind sharing? Besides, his parents