Stolen Dreams (Dreams #4)

Chapter Eight

LILAH

M y eyes blink open twice as I see the darkness from the outside pouring into the house. The images of Lucy flashing through my mind come to me again and again. All night long, all I could dream of was the way her eyes looked. I had no idea how she came to be. I had no idea what her story was, but what I did know was she was broken. She reminded me of a scared girl who came to Mustang Creek, one who trusted only her parents and no one else.

The alarm rings as I reach out to shut it off before getting out of bed. I walk over to the bathroom, stretching and feeling aches all over my body. My eyes feel like they weigh a thousand pounds as I turn on the cold water and splash it on my face. I get ready for work, but instead of going over to the barn, I head to see Juliet. I need to ride with the wind on my face. Parking at the side of the barn, I look over at the darkened house before I make my way inside. Grabbing my saddle, I walk over and put it on Juliet. “Morning, girl.” I kiss her side. “Want to go for a ride with me?” I ask, walking outside with reins in my hands and then mounting her, throwing my leg over her and sitting down. “Let’s let loose, baby girl,” I urge her and kick her side with the heel of my boot, and she takes off.