could take me right out of my
bedroom, it wasn't safe anymore.
It hit me. I turned to Maynard and grabbed his arm. “Toby?" "Christ, Rosy,” Maynard complained, breaking free of my grip. He took a breath, “Toby is fine. He alerted me when he found you weren't in your room. We've been searching all over Vegas for you." "That little devil,” I said quietly, allowing a major smile to grow on my face. The wolf was coming into my room to take advantage of me. I pulled my mind out of the gutter and back to the conversation. “How long were you looking?"
Maynard sucked in an uneasy breath. Focusing his eyes on the road ahead, he seemed distant. He was avoiding the question.
"Maynard,” I said persuasively, “how long have you been looking for me?" As the Dendro changed lanes and snapped off his turn signal, he slowly turned and looked at me. “Two days."
I fell speechless. Certain I had said goodnight to Toby and gone to bed no more than an hour ago, I couldn't understand how I had lost two entire nights. I glanced down at the glowing green digital clock in Maynard's dashboard in hopes an answer would be found there. I finally looked back at Maynard. “That can't be right."
"Listen, Rosy, why don't you put your head back and rest?” Maynard suggested. “We'll meet up with the others at my ranch and I'll explain everything." I didn't like being kept in the dark. Sliding back into my seat, I noticed the lights of Las Vegas were growing dimmer. We were headingway out of town. My brow furrowed. Rolling back over, I eyeballed Maynard. “You have a ranch?"
Maynard laughed at the question. “Get some rest, Rose. I think you're going to need it." I nodded. I wasn't sure why, but I felt exhausted. Leaning my head back against the comfortable leather headrest, I fell quickly asleep.
Chapter Lifting my head from the pillow, I became aware of a puddle of drool that had accumulated there. Wiping it away with more than a hint of embarrassment, I sat up in bed and looked around the room. I vaguely remembered Maynard carrying me in here and shutting the shades tightly. One of his guest rooms, I guessed. Tall green potted ferns sat in every corner. I wondered for a moment why a tree Demon would keep potted plants.Wasn't that akin to some form of slavery to their species, or perhaps kidnapping? Maybe he was holding these ferns against their will.
Trying to shake the cobwebs from my mind, I let that train of thought depart the station without a second look.
Once I managed to sit up, I pulled my legs up Indian style. As I arched my back and stretched, a slight
It hit me. I turned to Maynard and grabbed his arm. “Toby?" "Christ, Rosy,” Maynard complained, breaking free of my grip. He took a breath, “Toby is fine. He alerted me when he found you weren't in your room. We've been searching all over Vegas for you." "That little devil,” I said quietly, allowing a major smile to grow on my face. The wolf was coming into my room to take advantage of me. I pulled my mind out of the gutter and back to the conversation. “How long were you looking?"
Maynard sucked in an uneasy breath. Focusing his eyes on the road ahead, he seemed distant. He was avoiding the question.
"Maynard,” I said persuasively, “how long have you been looking for me?" As the Dendro changed lanes and snapped off his turn signal, he slowly turned and looked at me. “Two days."
I fell speechless. Certain I had said goodnight to Toby and gone to bed no more than an hour ago, I couldn't understand how I had lost two entire nights. I glanced down at the glowing green digital clock in Maynard's dashboard in hopes an answer would be found there. I finally looked back at Maynard. “That can't be right."
"Listen, Rosy, why don't you put your head back and rest?” Maynard suggested. “We'll meet up with the others at my ranch and I'll explain everything." I didn't like being kept in the dark. Sliding back into my seat, I noticed the lights of Las Vegas were growing dimmer. We were headingway out of town. My brow furrowed. Rolling back over, I eyeballed Maynard. “You have a ranch?"
Maynard laughed at the question. “Get some rest, Rose. I think you're going to need it." I nodded. I wasn't sure why, but I felt exhausted. Leaning my head back against the comfortable leather headrest, I fell quickly asleep.
Chapter Lifting my head from the pillow, I became aware of a puddle of drool that had accumulated there. Wiping it away with more than a hint of embarrassment, I sat up in bed and looked around the room. I vaguely remembered Maynard carrying me in here and shutting the shades tightly. One of his guest rooms, I guessed. Tall green potted ferns sat in every corner. I wondered for a moment why a tree Demon would keep potted plants.Wasn't that akin to some form of slavery to their species, or perhaps kidnapping? Maybe he was holding these ferns against their will.
Trying to shake the cobwebs from my mind, I let that train of thought depart the station without a second look.
Once I managed to sit up, I pulled my legs up Indian style. As I arched my back and stretched, a slight