Never-Ending Nightmare (AIR Book 5)

  Copyright © 2019 by Amanda Booloodian

  Cover Art by Deranged Doctor Design

  Published by: Walton INK

  ISBN-13: 978-1-947382-80-0

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Also by Amanda Booloodian

  Newsletter

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  The seatbelt harness crinkled in my grip. The truck barreled down the road, swerving around everything that got in the way.

  Why, why, why, did I ever let Rider drive?

  "Maybe you should slow down a little," I suggested, trying to sound casual.

  "The office said that it was important," Rider said.

  "Which is why we should arrive alive."

  Rider chuckled, but thankfully slowed down.

  When it felt safe enough to let go of the death grip I had on the seatbelt, I stretched out my fingers and grabbed my phone.

  Still no call.

  It wasn’t like I wouldn't have noticed if it rang. During the drive to the office, I probably checked to make sure the volume was up two, three… or maybe seven times.

  "I am sure that he meant to call," Rider said.

  "Of course," I lied, not believing it for a second.

  "He will be home tomorrow."

  The he, of course, was Vincent. He'd been gone for almost three weeks and had only called three times.

  Correction, he’d only called me three times. Apparently, he called Rider several times more than that. Hell, he’d called the office more often than he called me.

  "Gran said he won't make it back tomorrow," I said, my heart falling a little at the thought.

  "Did she say why he would not be back?"

  "No, only that she didn't see him tomorrow in any of her visions, and didn't even think he'd be around later this week."

  "Maybe you should call him to make sure he is okay."

  What could I say to that? I had already left two messages. Anything more would seem needy or anxious... or something. How could he kiss me and run away like that?

  Okay, I get why he ran away. There wasn't much of a choice with a changeling attacking. To save us all, he had to go. But then to barely hear from him?

  "It's no big deal," I said. "I'm sure he's fine."

  "Friends should not lie to each other."

  I sighed and stared out the window. "This lie is more for me than you."

  "If you would let me tell him—"

  "No." I couldn't stress the word enough. "I appreciate the gesture, but it's really not a big deal. At least it shouldn't be. His sister needs him—he doesn't need to be worried about me right now. Have you worked everything out with him?"

  "I think he is upset, but it is hard to tell over the phone. Do you think that is why he is not coming back tomorrow?"

  "No. If he weren't planning on coming back, he would have at least let Hank know. Maybe something popped up at the last minute."

  "That is possible."

  Whether intentionally or not, Rider had sped up again. I closed my eyes when he swerved across the road and into the driveway of the Farm. I was surprised that the tires didn't squeal when he came to a stop at the first gate.

  "Are you coming with us to see Essy tomorrow?" Rider asked.

  "Are you taking the horses?"

  "Logan said that we cannot ride the horses while the Griffin is living out there."

  Logan was my usual partner. With Vincent gone, Rider was working with us.

  "Makes sense. I'll let you all know in the morning." It would technically be my day off, but my mind tended to wander when I wasn’t working. If I let that happen, I'd start thinking Vincent wasn't coming home because of me.

  Is he not coming home because I'm here?

  I shoved the thought away, not allowing it to go any further.

  Would the four of us working together be awkward if Vincent and I started to see each other? It was hard to say for sure, but I was getting ahead of myself. It was possible that Vincent had changed his mind about wanting to be with me. We’d only had a few minutes together before he had to be all heroic and disappear.

  And we hadn't exactly spent our short time talking.

  We took the windy road within the Farm faster than anyone should take it until we reached the second gate in record time, which didn’t seem to faze the guard.

  "We could go hiking after," Rider suggested.

  "It depends on the weather. It's getting really cold."

  “It might give you a chance to practice Reading.”

  Everything in this world leaves traces. As a Reader, the Path showed me where people and even objects have moved through an area. On a good day, I could Read the past for days, and sometimes, even weeks in the past. On rare occasions, the Path pushed me into the future, which was interesting and sometimes a little scary, not that I'd ever admit it.

  Now, though, I tried not to use the Path unless necessary. Over the past few weeks, things had changed. If I didn’t meditate consistently to keep myself in the right state of mind, Reading was like a cold spike through my mind. Not only that, but something else had moved into the Path. Whatever it was, I'd only seen it out of the corner of my eye.

  It creeped me out.

  Maybe if I went far enough away from civilization, I’d be alone once again in the Path. "You're right, we should go. Count me in." One day in the cold wouldn't hurt.

  The parking lot was virtually full when we arrived. A month ago, this would have been a fairly rare occurrence. Now, we had investigators and DC staff in and out of the office constantly.

  Technically, we weren't under investigation, but the first week had been awful. I left the office on medical leave and went to help MyTH, but the DC folks called every day trying to reach me. Kyrian pushed back, but with a missing partner, there was only so much she could do. Once Vincent returned, the bureaucracy finally started to leave me alone.

  With all the out-of-town visits still happening, we actually had someone manning the front desk. He looked flustered and only nodded when he saw us walk in.

  Once we passed through another security checkpoint, we were able to use our keycards to enter the main control room. Desks were scattered around the room and each one was in use. The conference rooms around the edge of the room appeared to be occupied as well.

  Hank wasn't manning his station in the center of the room, his usual position. Another handler, Red, worked the big screens while scanning satellite readings.

  "I think we need to find an office," Rider said.

  I curled my nose up at the idea. While working in my office, I’d nearly been killed once and another time I found a fellow agent dead.

  Experiences in my office had never turned out well.

  "Agent Heidrich?" asked someone coming up to us.

  "Yes?" I couldn't place the person. With so many new people around, I couldn’t say if the person was new or if he had worked here for ages.

  "The director would like to see you," he said. "She's in her office."

  "Thanks." I started in that direction, but was brought up short.

  "She asked to see you alone," he said, glancing nervously at Rider.

  Rider can take people like that the first time they meet him. He appeared Native American and stood around six-and-a-half feet tall. Some people were intimidated by someone that towers over them.

  "I'll catch up with you," I said. "Try to find a desk out here if you can."

  Being asked to the director’s office used to feel like being called into the principal’s office. Over the past year, I had gotten to know Kyrian a little and I’d become more comfortable in my job, which made the experience not quite so bad.

  At least that's what I told myself.

  "Come in," Kyrian called after I knocked on the door.

  "You wanted to see me?" I asked, poking my head in.

  "Yes. Come in, and please close the door."

  I did so and took a seat opposite her.

  "Our relations with other branches of AIR are a little strained right now," Kyrian said. "Which can happen with situations like we had last month.
Several good agents were lost, along with their families."

  It was hard not to shift uncomfortably, but I managed it. We hadn’t done anything wrong, but we were involved all the same.

  "The branches that work closely with the military are especially estranged from us." Kyrian looked at me expectantly.

  I had no idea what I could even say to that, so I just nodded and replied, "Okay."

  "Over the past year, several other departments have requested temporary assistance from some of our more skilled agents."

  My heart started to sink. Was she getting ready to tell me that Logan was going away or that Vincent wouldn't be coming back at all?

  "I've said no to all of these. This time, however, I'm leaving the decision to you."

  "To me?" Did that come out squeaky? I cleared my throat before continuing. "Why me?"

  "There is high demand for a Reader. In this case, though, Agent Boone has requested your assistance on an upcoming assignment."

  I frowned. Asking for help wasn't something I expected from Boone. "What type of assistance?"

  "I'm afraid the entire assignment is classified. Even if you agree, I have very little information to give."

  "How long would I be gone?"

  "Unknown at this time."

  "Is there anything you can tell me?"

  "Only that Agent Boone has personally asked for your help."

  "Is it only me he wants?"

  "If you agree, your team would accompany you—if they choose."

  A friend needed help, so there was only one thing I could say. "I'll do it, but I can't speak for the others."

  "Very good." Kyrian took a tablet out of a drawer and slid it across the desk. "Here is the information. You'll be traveling tonight to an undisclosed military instillation. There, you will meet Agent Boone and take his lead."

  I put in my password and clicked on the only file on the tablet. "A nightmare?" I asked, reading the description.

  "Yes. There is almost nothing on them on file. Two cave paintings were discovered in the past, one in Africa and one in Asia. Legends and rumor say the picture is a nightmare."

  I scrolled down to find the pictures. The drawings looked completely different from each other. One was barely distinguishable and might have been an animal. Then again, with the amount of detail it showed, it could have been a boat. There wasn't even enough on the page to recognize it was a drawing.

  The other was more pronounced. It looked like a deer or antelope with two long tails.

  "I'm not sure how long you'll be gone," Kyrian said, "but I am making it very clear to Agent Boone that you are to come back. This is a temporary transfer only."

  "Of course," I said, still studying the picture.

  "Your team is too valuable to let go. When Hank gets filled in, he'll have some paperwork for you to sign and he'll start the itinerary. You'll leave tonight. Send Logan in to me next." The dismissal was clear.

  Tonight? That was fast. "Thanks. I guess I'll see you when I get back."

  Kyrian was staring at something on her monitor. "Get it done quickly."

  Whatever 'it' is. "We will." I turned off the tablet and left before it got awkward.

  Back in control central, Rider was chatting with Logan by the desk where Hank and Red were shifting places. Hank was usually the first person to arrive and the last person to leave. Over the past few weeks, he'd been coming and going with Logan every now and again. Logan was an early morning person, but I think Logan and Hank had better ways to spend their time together than worry about work.

  Other people could take over when Red and Hank weren't there, at least in theory. The fact was they both reigned over the area and their charges almost constantly. When things were slower, though, I'd caught other people sitting there, looking as though they were making the most of their time in the hot seat.

  Logan tipped his hat to me, a large Stetson that he wore almost constantly. "Howdy, partner." He nodded at the hallway I had just entered through. "Everything okay?"

  "Um, I'm not sure. It's a new case."

  Logan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Hank, who hadn't settled in yet.

  "He doesn't know," I said hurriedly. "In fact, I agreed to go, but I said I didn't speak for you all. It's up to you."

  "Go?" Logan was frowning now.

  "Yeah."

  "Where?"

  "I don't know, really."

  "For how long?"

  "No idea. But Kyrian said to come back quickly, so it can't be that long."

  Logan nodded. "What's the assignment?"

  I bit my lip, not wanting to tell him again that I had no details.

  He guessed the truth. "You don't know?"

  I leaned in and spoke softly, not that I needed to get closer. Rider and Logan could have heard me if I whispered across the room. "I don't know much. Something called a nightmare."

  Even with the Path closed, I felt the flash of anger from Logan. "You and I are going to have a few words about this."

  It was so unlike Logan that it took me off guard. "Look,” I started, “Agent Boone—"

  "Hank," Logan barked, "we need a conference."

  Looking uneasy, Hank left Red after a few words. He grabbed his tablet and led the way to a room.

  "Kyrian wants to talk to you," I said as we went down the hall.

  "I'll bet she does." Logan pushed his way into a conference room. He didn't even bother to wait for the door to be closed before he turned on me. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

  I crossed my arms and glared at him. "I'm doing my job. What's your problem?"

  "You agreed for us to go after a nightmare?" Logan asked.

  "I agreed that I would go help a friend. You and Rider can do what you want."

  "I will go—"

  "Of course you will," Logan cut Rider off. "Because both of you have no idea what you're doing. Hank, what is this about?"

  Hank had been tapping on his tablet and scanning documents. He didn't look happy. "Honestly, there's not much here. You're being loaned out for a military operation."

  "Military?" Logan asked.

  "Agent Boone asked for me to help," I snapped, trying to get a full sentence in.

  "You don't have the slightest idea—"

  "No, I don't!" I leaned over the table and glared at Logan. "I'm not asking you to come along, but if you know what this is, you can quit complaining and make yourself useful."

  It felt as though all the air had been sucked out of the room, but I wasn't about to back down. I couldn't tell if Logan was going to explode, leave, or laugh. Rider subtly adjusted his stance and Hank's eyes were glued to his tablet, but he didn't appear to be focusing.

  Finally, Logan let out a deep breath of air and dropped into a seat. "You're right."

  Still glaring, I slowly sat opposite him.

  "Hank," Logan said, "tell us what we have."

  Hank started rattling off what few details I had been given plus a few I hadn’t—including the request period, which ended when the assignment was complete or in two months, whichever came first.

  I tried not to cringe. Maybe Logan was right to get upset. Two months would mean two more months of waiting to see Vincent.

  Crap, what have I done?

  Chapter Two

  "You don't have to go," I reminded Logan when Hank finished with the scarce details of the case.

  "Do you want us to?" Logan asked.

  The question took me off guard. I had never worked without my team for more than a few days, and even then, I had been trapped in another world.

  "I don't want you to do something you don't want to." It was the best answer I had, because of course, I wanted them with me.

  "Hank, can we have a few minutes?" Logan asked.

  "I’ll be at my desk," Hank said, not catching anyone's eye on the way out.

  Logan didn't say anything when the door was closed, and I soon felt the need to fill the silence.

  "If you want to stay, it's not a problem." The last traces of my agitation were trying to hang on, but I managed to sound sincere.