Chapter 37

When Suzie awoke again, she found herself in a new room, this one done in shades of turquoise, and alone. She sat up without a twinge and looked at her shoulder. Someone had washed and dressed her in a clean, linen chemise, and her shoulder, while showing three faint white scars from Damian's claws, had been healed. Made her wonder just how much magic could heal - just injuries, or did it cure disease too? Wouldn't that put the researchers earning big bucks back home in a snit? Sorry, no need to find a cure for cancer anymore, we've magicked it away. Here's your pink slip. Lovely, making jokes to herself when at this very moment Hunter could be dead. Speaking of which, was Nat okay? She'd been injured too.

Suzie got up out of bed and shrugged on the gown she found on a chair. She'd have to thank whoever kept loaning her the gowns. Dressed, she had to wonder, where was everybody? Had Nat recovered? Where were the twins? Had they received news of Hunter yet?