She missed her bed. She missed her mother. And she had no desire to spend another night tormented by a possessed arachnid. The anger she felt for Jordon earlier in the day chipped away at her spiritual foundation, but that was nothing compared to the jolt of electricity she felt in his arms. Visions of his dark body sprawled across the iron bed filled her weakened mind. She tried meditation. She tried chanting. She even spent ten minutes in a head stand, hoping to dump thoughts of him from her brain. Pulling the soft bedding over her body, she gave in and contemplated the peculiar situation. Crystal raised Maggie to be free in word and deed, which meant Maggie thought what she wanted to think and did what she wanted to do. Sometimes she wanted to have sex with men who simply stirred her desire. But never with a man like Jordon. He was dark where every other man she’d been with had been light.
