His odor was all around her, warm and comforting as coming home to the smell of beef stew cooking in the kitchen. But there was another odor as well, enticingly floral. For a moment she thought foolishly, This must be what sex with the fae smells like. Beef stew and lilacs. She lay still, listeni...
Noise, and light. Noise, light and confusion. Abby turned onto her back and flung her forearm over her eyes to shut out the hot yellow glare from the motel window. Motel window. She sat bolt upright in the unfamiliar bed and then scrabbled for the s...