Chapter 50

She nearly screeched when a deep accented voice purred against her ear, "Pakvora, a warmer welcome I could not imagine."

Turning, she knew she wouldn't find him standing there, but the thought of a disembodied voice husking beside her strummed the harp strings of her anxiety to a higher pitch.

"Okay, is there some kind of enchanted spirit alert system you can use to tell me you're here? A bell, whistle, crashing cymbals, or something?" She couldn't see him, but she had the impression he was smiling.

By the foot of her bed, she heard, "How could I enjoy such delicious sights if I went about with a bell around my neck? I'm not cattle. Besides, it would get in the way, no?"

Haven knew she'd regret asking, but she couldn't help it. "Get in the way of what?"