Chapter 9

Then one evening, he was lying in bed after making love to Ryan. Ryan was already asleep, and Dane’s eyelids were growing heavier and heavier. At one point they flickered open for a fraction of a second, but it was enough time to catch something moving in the shadows at the corner of the room. Suddenly, he was wide awake. He watched a dark figure move from the shadows to the door.

He waited till it disappeared into the hallway before slipping out of bed to follow.

“Hello,” he called as loudly as he dared. He didn’t want to wake Ryan.

With his heart pounding, he followed the figure as it glided down the hallway, through the kitchen to the sunroom. He watched it through the open French doors as it took a seat, waiting for him.

He stopped at the doors and peered into the dark room, lit only by the faintest scrap of moonlight filtering in through the glass of the outer windows.

He wasn’t the slightest bit afraid. He felt no threat. “Who are you?”