Somehow she had fallen asleep last night, despite her fears after they went away. Despite her heavy heart, her bewilderment. She must have slept because she was on the bed and morning was coming through the windows. She flung wide the casements overlooking the park. The moist clean after-smell of rain blew into the room. The sun was shining on the walks below, on the tree tops overnight gossamer green. She would wait no longer for Towner to come to her. She must find him. It was evident he had been unable to get in touch with her; there were too many hostile forces between them. She hurried bathing, dressing. She couldn’t know what the next move would be from Gavin and Bry. They had left abruptly after Gavin’s recognition, allowing her neither protestation nor explanation. They would return because she had the Imp, because she admitted it. She didn’t understand why they had gone empty-handed last night. She must reach Towner before their return. She needn’t be a secretary again; that job was done.
