in her. Meg felt a wicked smile crease her face. She really hoped it
was Liadan.
“That?
?s a scary look,” Dante said with a grimace.
“Sorry,” Meg apologized and schooled her face into something
less bloodthirsty.
It had been hard to readjust to this plane. She had thought she
would immediately fall back into patterns of working and watching
TV, but something intrinsic had changed within her. When she
finished with work for the day, she prepared for the day she would go
back to her men. She had spent hours and hours making lists and
gathering items she wanted to take with her.
She had a large duffel bag filled with small items that would be
helpful. She had bought her ten favorite books at a half-priced store,
along with five DVDs she loved. She was sure Vampire Dante could
make them work on the computer. She had a disc filled with music
she’d downloaded. She’d bought a couple of first aid kits and
essentials. Her bags were packed. Now she just needed that ticket
home.
She hadn’t completely ignored this plane. Meg found herself
looking her own name up on the internet. There had only been a
single article on her as a missing person. Her mother had commented
that she believed Meg had run off with some man and would get in
touch when the relationship soured. It was odd, given that Meg had
never exactly run off before, but if it gave her mother comfort, she
would go along with it. Besides her mother wouldn’t recognize her
anymore.
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Sophie Oak
Meg wore her hair down now all the time. She’d given up on