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shook off the feeling and turned
to face him. Where his brothers were archetypal images of light, Morpheus was
shrouded in a look that exuded darkness. It wasn’t a sinister darkness, but the
tantalizing darkness that screamed dangerous , while at the same time
drew you hypnotically into his arms. His shoulder-length hair was almost a
blue-black, absorbing any color reflected in the room. He had the same, almost
golden skin tone that his brothers had, but where it brightened their look, it
darkened his. Morpheus sported a black goatee-mustache combo that framed full
lips and added to, rather than detracted from the perfected sculpture of his
face.
    I let the heat smolder in my eyes
to match the intensity of the gaze he turned on me. To do anything else
would’ve been an insult. Morpheus was an immortal and had been worshipped as a
god for many centuries. It wasn’t hard for me to do. The man was hot .
    His face split into a smile that
displayed beautiful, even white teeth. “Only you, of all mortals could make me
feel such heat, Yeshua. By the gods, I miss that.” He opened his arms and I
crossed the room to step into his embrace.
    “Only you, of all immortals can bring out such heat in me, Morpheus.”
    It was a lie and he knew it.
Morpheus and I had once been lovers, but now we only danced at the edges of
heavy flirtation. As sensitive as I was to energy, it was hard for me not to
become intoxicated with power when in the presence of most of the immortals.
But I didn’t play with them as I did with Morpheus. He was safe to me. I
couldn’t be that sure with any of the others.
    He let me free of his embrace and
stepped back to examine my hands. “He is a nasty one, isn’t he?”
    “So it was you who sent the
dreaming.”
    Morpheus put on an affronted look.
“You don’t honestly believe I would let the guy get this close to you without
my protection, do you?”
    “It was a little too real for
comfort.”
    “He rode the dream web and touched
into the dreaming. He caught me off guard.”
    Morpheus was embarrassed and
looked away, offering me a seat next to him on the scattered pillows at out
feet. The deep blue of his eyes turned to chiseled ice. “It will not happen
again. I hate that I keep placing myself further in debt, even to someone as
lovely as you, Yeshua.”
    I put a gentle hand on his arm.
“Your debt is no larger, Morpheus. I’ve never felt that there was a debt
between us in the first place.”
    “I know.” He wrapped his fingers
over mine and looked at me with sincerity. “Which is why I have no problem
being in your debt.”
    Morpheus’ debt to me was based
purely on his pride. I had come to him years ago, asking for insight into my
repetitive nightmares. He couldn’t give me any. My dreamscape, past and future
was blocked to him in ways he had never encountered before, with either mortals
or immortals. He could step in and send the dreaming to me to help aid me in my
work, but he couldn’t actually step into my dream world. The dreamings he sent
were the price he paid for the debt he felt he owed me. He had answers for
everyone else, except for me. While he hated to be reminded of the one failure
in his immortal lifetime, he continued to look for an answer to absolve his
debt. I was his greatest failure and his greatest challenge, all rolled into
one.
    I could feel the trace of his
fingers as they slid up my arm to the back of my neck. Morpheus leaned in and
murmured against the place on my neck where his fingers rested. “You never want
to play any more.”
    The warmth of his breath sent
shivers of delight through my body. Combined with a self-enforced celibacy and
the hazy edges of the opiates, the heat began to rise. I pulled back to break
the connection to the energy that surrounded him like a cocoon.
    It was hard for me to focus.
“Morpheus–”
    He sighed and shielded me from his
touch.
    I breathed with relief. He could
have taken advantage of me and I would’ve been pretty much