TABBY UNLOCKED THE DOOR FOR HER, giving
smile. Isn't it great to be
home?" she asked.
Brie didn't smile back. She stepped into her loft, wearing the
clothes Tabby had brought her-an oversized sweatshirt
embroidered with a
blue-and-gold dragon and her comfy loose-fit
jeans. She'd spent another full day at Five, under close
and she was champing at the bit. She
had been taken
off all sedation and the anti-anxiety medication, so once again
could think clearly. Aidan was no
longer being tortured, and he was
no longer crushed by stone. She couldn't feel anything from him at
God, was he even alive?
She was adept at blocking out human
emotion, for it was a
necessity in order to get through each and every
day. But she
hadn't been able to block
his torment at all. His emotions had
consumed her as no one's ever had before, even across centuries.
What, exactly, did the fact that she felt
him so powerfully across
Everything was meant to be, and every Rose woman
Brie shivered as Tabby's cell phone
rang. Brie shit and locked
going to her workstation on the far side of the loft. She
sat down at her PC, which remained in sleep mode. He could notbe dead.
Tabby came over. "That was Sam. She's talked to every
contact and snitch she knows. It looks like you're right. He's not