Chapter 126

The stone block walls of the cell taunted her.

No. How did I get back here? I escaped.

Or had she? Had her meeting with Marc and the vampire only been a dream?

Dammit. No. It couldn't be. She remembered things too clearly. Even she didn't have the imagination to conjure them up in such vivid dreaming color. Not to mention, she refused to lose hope, a hope that blossomed, especially after Marc's kiss. A real kiss or a mirage? How could she tell?

The last thing she remembered was showering, the scalding-hot water sluicing the filth of her ordeal from her skin. The hotel soap, and its fresh scent, cleansed her, leaving her lightly perfumed. With a towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body, she recalled peeking into the living room. Marc snored lightly on the couch, his splayed, nude body a temptation she almost gave in to. She wouldn't have minded someone to hold her as she slept, to whisper everything would be all right.