Though she’d fallen asleep blissfully happy, the strong spices she’d eaten for dinner, the heat, the strangeness of the place, and most of all, her nagging fear that Cyrus Blackwell might appear to claim her at any moment had all combined to work against her. Her sleep had been troubled by hideous dreams. The nightmares had left her nervous and drained. Today was the day Zack had promised to take her to see the Towers of Silence. She should have been excited, but instead she almost dreaded going. Zack noticed the moment he saw her at breakfast that morning that something was wrong. Her clear blue eyes looked clouded, and there was a definite pallor to her cheeks. He questioned her, but she was vague and evasive, saying only that her thick New England blood was having difficulty thinning to accommodate the sticky heat of India. He let it pass but kept a watchful eye on her. Maybe the climate was the problem. But he had a feeling something was very wrong.
