I meant to return to the main lobby at the World Paranormal Council headquarters, to discreetly warn those I was about to encounter of the return of my son-and myself. Instead, as though my heart ruled my actions and not my spinning head, I stepped out of the veil in the middle of Quaid's living room.
My ex-husband's quarters had a gorgeous view of the Hong Kong harbor, the delightful mix of old and new world vessels over a crescent of blue water and equally blue sky. The high rise towered over the city, always giving me a sense of detachment, much as flying in drach form did.
That feeling didn't follow me here. Not when a honey blonde woman looked up, gasped. Stood from the long, narrow table at the far end of the room near the pristine white kitchen. Her gravid body showed in clear relief, engorged breasts popping over her neckline, the strain of life pushing out her bellybutton against the inside of her cotton dress.