The bedroom was dark except for the soft yellow glow of a night-light, its candle-size bulb glowing from a miniature lamp beside the bed. It had been the better part of an hour. And she was worried. He was far too trusting of Nash Gravenham-Bail and his DPI cohorts. He had no idea what those bastards were capable of. She did. She’d seen it firsthand. Her own mother— No, she wouldn’t think about that now. Not now. And why was she spending her time worrying about the well-being of her enemy, anyway? The man she’d been sent here to kill. And yet, when he still hadn’t returned ten minutes later, she worried all the more. Getting up from the mound of downy soft pillows, a bed so luxurious she’d decided she was going to create one for herself one day soon, she paced to the window and, parting the curtains, looked out. But this bedroom didn’t overlook the gardens behind the mansion, and she saw nothing but the waning moon and star-dotted sky. And then, quite suddenly, the amber glow of the night-light flickered, dimmed to almost nothing, and then surged brighter than before.
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