Nothing. She stood in the middle of the room, as still as death, and waited, listening for any sound indicating a presence; someone lurking outside the powder room, hoping to catch her unaware and vulnerable.
Was the spirit, once again, orchestrating this?
No, this was different.
Dangerous.
She waited, hands on her chest, feet cemented to the floor, breath lodged in her lungs.
Minutes passed.
The clock in the hallway chimed the hour and her tension ebbed.
Is the danger over?
Sick of trembling in fear of the unknown, she commanded her feet to move for the door. Slowly. One foot in front of the other, sweat gathered between her breasts, hands shook, mind screamed, and her stomach rioted.
Step.
Step.
Step.
When she reached the door, she took a deep breath and pulled it open.
The empty corridor greeted her.
She poked her head through the opening, and turned to glance one way, and the other.
Utterly alone. A heavy sigh escaped, and she put her hand to her forehead to stave the flow of moisture rolling from her hairline. When she turned to inspect the powder room again, something just outside the door caught her attention.
She glanced down at the table.
One of her gloves was missing.
The blood drained from her face.
Her naked hand flew to her throat.
Someonehadbeen there.
Anxiety crawled under her skin; tingling in her scalp, and shivers up her neck.
A shudder of unease rocked her as she picked up her remaining glove and dashed back toward the main hallway, away from the quiet corridor teaming with brooding shadows.
Turningthe corner leading to the music room, Logan nearly collided with a clearly preoccupied Haven.
She stopped short and gasped.
Her already flushed skin deepened to a rose blush. Her expression was one of anxiousness, and she wouldn’t meet his gaze.
Questions, immediate and vital, dashed against his brain: where had she been, and what had she been doing? Suspicion reared its ugly head, reminding him that beautiful women couldn’t be trusted, especially beautiful women from the future.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I should’ve watched where I was going, but my mind was elsewhere.”
Bowing, he smiled in an effort to alleviate some of the tension following in her wake.
“No reason to apologize, Miss Edwards. Please, let me escort you to the music room.”
