The sounds of distant snoring echoed through the hallway. Everyone in the house was sound asleep—except Morrigan. As quietly as possible, she pushed back the covers, climbed out of bed, and pulled off her pajamas. Luckily, Lauren slept like a rock, so the creaking of the closet didn’t disturb her. Morrigan retrieved one of her long Bohemian skirts, slipped into the loose-fitting garment, and pulled on her warmest sweater over a spaghetti-strap top. She stole a pair of Lauren’s black stretchy leggings and tugged them on under the skirt. She had no idea what kind of climate she was heading into, but she figured it was best to dress in layers. She could always remove some of them later if she stumbled into a desert. She completed the ensemble with a sturdy pair of metal tipped, leather boots. The look was hardly what she would call sexy, but she was going on a journey to another world—not on a date. Why did she have to keep reminding herself of that? A picture of Tiarn popped unbidden into her mind.
