She passed Nathan’s bedroom window and was surprised to find his bed empty too. Okay, a three-way in Sly’s apartment was just out of all realm of possibility. But maybe they were over there, putting their heads, and not their bodies, together.
Finally, she let her consciousness enter the building. She was approaching Sly’s apartment when a familiar voice said,“Morgaine? Is that you?”
“Chad?”
“Yup.”
“Where are Gwyneth and Sly?”
“They’re in the basement with Nathan. Boy will Gwyneth be glad to see you!”
“Why is that?”
“Why? Well, duh. You were kidnapped by a vampire.”
Morgaine mentally rolled her eyes.“Do they think I’m dead?”
“Not really. Gwyneth’s just been having a hell of a time convincing Sly to wait until dawn before they go after you. She dragged Nathan out of bed, hoping he could hold Sly back physically if necessary. I doubt a raven is any match for vampiric strength though.”
“You’re right. Both of them together couldn’t hold him. Can you help me communicate with Gwyneth? I’ve got to warn them.”
“Sure, my witchy friend. But be glad you weren’t here ten minutes ago.
“Why?”
“Because, as Nathan put it, Vampire Vintage plus Vampire Vodka makes Vampire Vomit.” He laughed.
“Oh no.”
“Don’t worry. It’s all cleaned up now. Let’s go.”
The two descended right through the floorboards.
“Pretty cool traveling this way, huh?”
Morgaine chuckled. “Personally, I can’t wait to get back in my body and take the stairs like a normal person.”
Sly whipped his head in their direction. “Did you just hear that?”
“Hear what?” Nathan said.
Gwyneth looked up. “I think I heard Chad. Is that you, roomie? Did you get worried about ol’ Gwyneth bein’ up so early?”
“It’s me all right. Me and Morgaine.”
Gwyneth gasped. “Morgaine’s here? How did she…”
“Tell her I’m not really here, Chad, I’m astral projecting. I think she thinks I escaped.”
“She’s not here in body, just in spirit. Much like myself.”
Gwyneth turned white and fainted. Before she hit the ground, Nathan caught her.
“What did you say that for? Now she thinks I’m dead.”
“Hey, I didn’t realize she’d take it so literally.”
Sly was wandering toward them, squinting as if he could almost see something. “Morgaine, honey?”
