Hunting Memories
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He stood up.
She touched his leg. “Don’t leave. Would you sleep in here today? Like we did at Rose’s and on the train?”
He looked down into her face.
Just like that, Eleisha was back inside her body.
He didn’t trust himself to speak and pulled his T-shirt over his head, dropping it on a chair and moving around to the other side of the bed. He lay back onto her pillows, and she crawled over to curl up against him with her head on his shoulder.
“Tonight?” she asked again.
He had failed her in some things, and he kept dark secrets she would never understand. But he’d brought her back, and that was all that mattered. If finding lost members of their kind would keep her with him, he’d go wherever she asked.
“Yes,” he said. “We’ll start searching for the others tonight.”
Barb Hendee grew up just north of Seattle, Washington. She completed a master’s degree in composition theory at the University of Idaho and then taught college English for ten years in Colorado. She and her husband, J.C., are coauthors of the bestselling Noble Dead Saga. They live in a quirky little town near Portland, Oregon, with two geriatric and quite demanding cats. Visit Barb’s Web site at www.barbhendee.com.