Davina paced the garden of the asylum that was designated for the patients to enjoy from one o’clock until four o’clock in the afternoon.  She hadn’t seen Theo in three excruciating days.  She knew it was because she’d run after him like she had.  Nancy probably had him assigned to a different floor.  She supposed that she could understand the nurse’s concern to a degree.  Having a woman who was deemed mentally unstable yanking at locked doors while seeking an orderly had to look suspicious.  Actually, it was.  But, not in the way Nancy thought.  He said he’d figure out a way to get her out.  Since she was positive that Dr. Covington was on the take from Louella and had no intention of ever deeming her healthy enough to release, Theo had to be scheming a plan and she couldn’t stand one more minute of not knowing what it was.They’d not only moved Theo to a different part of the asylum

Louella slammed the telephone receiver into its cradle as she released her frustration with a scream.  Those bumbling idiots at the asylum had lost Davina! How could that happen?  She’d selected them because of their reputation for being unscrupulous enough to allow the almighty dollar that was paid by the family to influence how well they treated a patient, or how long they kept them.  The institution was basically no more than an outlet for families of wealth and power to rid themselves of troublesome family members under the guise of mental health.  In its thirty-four years of being in business, no one had ever escaped; until now.This was a disaster. She needed to act fast. With the journal in her sister’s possession and her sister now free to seek help, there was no telling what would happen next.  She didn’t understand why things were going so badly.  Other than murdering her aunt upon impulse, she’d taken the time t

Theo paced the garden outside of the great hall.  Davina had been in council with his superiors for over an hour.  The suspense was killing him.  He’d taken a chance bringing her there, but, as he explained more than once, he didn’t know where else to go with her. He needed time to find a way to undo the damage her sister, Louella, had done so that Davina could return to her life and fulfill her destiny.The main complaint of the conclave was the fact that, by transporting her through realities, Theo may very well have altered her destiny path.  This was something travelers were forbidden to do.  It was their task to infiltrate their subjects and assist in settling conflicts that threatened the historical timeline.  They knew that by divulging their true identity or telling them about alternate realities whenthey weren’t at a level of understanding could potentially alter history.  Therefore, it was something they w

Davina sat on the ledge of what used to be a raised lawn while she waited for Theo to adjust his body’s energy flow to accommodate the new timeline.  She studied the rubble behind her. At one time, it must have been a grand house. Possibly Victorian in style. Sadly, now it was nothing more than rotted beams and siding. The heart of the house stopped beating long ago.Her attention was brought back to the matter at hand when she felt Theo’s hands on her shoulders.  “It’s time to adjust you.”“Will it hurt?”“Not as much as if we leave you as you are.”“What would happen then?” “You would age at a rapid speed until you died.”She stood up, quickly, and squared her shoulders.  “Then, do it.”He smiled and pulled her into his arms.  She could hear his heart beating steadily in his chest as she pressed her face against his st

 Sybil exercised extreme caution as she pulled her car into the parking lot of Valkyr’s club. She cursed the woman who’d held her up by demanding a potion to make her husband want her again.  She should have shoved the old bat out the door and told her to lay in the bed she’d made.  Instead, she whipped up a potion that would make her husband want her to the point she’d be begging for relief.  It served her right. If she’d acted like a wife to him over the years, he wouldn’t have sought out other women. Now, after years of rejection, she decided she wanted him in her bed and was put out because he no longer desired her.  Well, he’d desire her alright.  She chuckled to herself at the thought of the torture she’d bestowed upon the devious woman.  She’d placed a bit of demon blood in the potion to encourage the husband to be aggressive. Between the physical exertions, the sexual energy, the irritat