Startled she sat up in bed and glanced around the room. This definitely wasn’t her condo bedroom. The furniture was too heavy and looked old-world. The room was huge and filled with what appeared to be national treasures, not the hand-me-down furniture from her Morrison relatives. Memory returned as her brain engaged and Tia realized she’d have to eat breakfast with Mommy Dearest, or the Wicked Witch of the West. She hadn’t decided on the title for Aleksi’s mother yet. She’d have to eat breakfast with him, too. That meant she needed to converse in a semi-intelligent manner. Frowning, she hoped she had managed that feat last night. Because due to the utter weariness of travel she couldn’t remember much after the dessert course had been served. Except that she’d been relaxed, despite the demon mother’s presence, and the fact that her mild crush on Aleksi hadn’t quite disappeared, like she previously believed. Darn the man. Why did he have to be sexy? Why did he have to care so much about his people?
