“Yes, master,” it practically whimpered. “The nightmares aren’t creating any distance between the dream maker and his mate. She is troubled, but he still comes to her.”
Lucifer’s lip curled up in a sneer. Brudair. The Sandman was becoming a very annoying thorn in his paw. He’d managed to catch the dream weaver unaware and lure his body into a sleep that allowed communication between them. Lucifer had been surprised at the strength of light in the one the world called the Sandman. For a being that was native to the darkness, he was no doubt born of light. Lucifer had once been born of light. He’d been a fool like the rest of them, letting the Creator have all the glory while he did the Creator’s bidding. But no more. Now he ruled his own dominion. He had his own plans, and he would remove
