Wind turbulence. The 747 rocked in the gusts, and the seat belt sign flashed its warning. Angie buckled her seat belt. Henri, where are you? she threaded helplessly to nowhere in particular. Why did he have to go chasing off into the woods like that, going after whoever or whatever had stalked them? You’re probably dead. You purloined my heart, and now you’re dead, aren’t you, you bastard? A whip of warmth rushed through her, startling her. I assure you I am quite alive, Henri threaded toward her from the baggage hold. I had to leave town in rather a hurry after the barn was overrun with vermin. Her breath caught and she gasped. He was directly below her! She turned quickly from the window to see if the slayers seated around her had noticed she had become ashen. Andre was in the seat beside her, James and Kathryn sat across from her, their first class seats facing hers. The rest were behind them sleeping. Andre studied her intently, concernedly, his fingers pressed together. “The turbulence is rocking us like a boat on a bad sea.
