told him why he was here—something about a huge black monster that could suck people’s brains from their heads. But they’d been chasing every rumor they heard which could in any way be related to Anya’s sisters and the Agency. Up until now, they had all proved to be nothing. He’d presumed this would be the same. Consequently, he’d been going through the motions. He’d supposed all he needed to do was turn up, prove the rumors were the usual load of crap, and then he could get back to being miserable in more congenial surroundings.
Instead, he suspected what he was going to have to do was phone up Sebastian and tell him he’d found one of Anya’s sisters.
Except his cell phone had been in his pants pocket when he shifted and presumably, it had vanished along with his pants. Lucky he had a spare pair of those if not a spare phone. He’d have to head into town and pick up a new one. In the morning though.
Because he was also tired, and for the first time in so long, he could contemplate the idea of falling asleep and of waking up. He slipped his arm around the woman’s slender waist, closed his eyes, and drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep.
When he woke the second time, he was alone.
At least he hadn’t ripped her to pieces.
About the Author
Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain. Nina’s writing mixes romance with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.
http://www.ninacroft.com
Instead, he suspected what he was going to have to do was phone up Sebastian and tell him he’d found one of Anya’s sisters.
Except his cell phone had been in his pants pocket when he shifted and presumably, it had vanished along with his pants. Lucky he had a spare pair of those if not a spare phone. He’d have to head into town and pick up a new one. In the morning though.
Because he was also tired, and for the first time in so long, he could contemplate the idea of falling asleep and of waking up. He slipped his arm around the woman’s slender waist, closed his eyes, and drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep.
When he woke the second time, he was alone.
At least he hadn’t ripped her to pieces.
About the Author
Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of 9-5 work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain. Nina’s writing mixes romance with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.
http://www.ninacroft.com
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