He stood proud and staring at her with a heat that warmed her to her toes. A longing to hold him, kiss and make love to him grew in every fiber of her being. She wanted desperately to learn how to break this curse for good. Lynn pressed her palm flat to his chest and swore she felt his heartbeat. Even if it wasn’t possible, it didn’t matter. As long as she believed it, then to her it was true. His heart still beat beneath that heavy stone tomb and that gave her hope that he was alive. Travis and Fin locked Timothy in a closet just to be safe. Neither of them trusted Timothy even though they doubted he had the capability of planning an escape without his cohort Lonnie. Even with him locked up, Lynn still had a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach something wasn’t right. The look Timothy shot her right before they’d closed the closet door gave her chills. Lynn tried to relax. She took a shower and lingered in the water until she was pruned. Still it didn’t help ease the nagging discomfort that something balanced in the wings, waiting to happen the moment her guard was down.
