Chapter Twenty
“Get moving, you bum,” someone muttered as Meg stirred awake.
She held her head. It was pounding as she pushed the newspaper
off her body. Someone had covered her with it. As her eyes came into
focus, she stared up. It was night, but she could barely see the stars.
There was too much smog and too much light. The stars were so
bright outside the cottage. Where was she? Only a few nights before,
she and Cian had lain out in the grass, watching the stars and talking.
Cian had told her his people’s stories for the constellations, and
they’d made love on an old quilt beneath the nighttime sky. She
couldn’t even see the stars now.
“Cian,” Meg said, suddenly sitting straight up. It did nothing for
her headache. “Beck.” His name came out as a whisper.
“Miss, is there something we can help you with?” The question
came from a middle-aged woman who stood at the end of an alley
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beside a well-dressed man. They stared down the short street where
Meg had been lying against a huge metal dumpster. The smell was
making her sick.
“Where am I?” Meg asked.
“How much have you had to drink, Miss?” the man asked. The
woman elbowed him and sent him a dirty look. He sighed and
answered Meg. “You’re in Fort Worth, Texas. You’re not far from
Sundance Square. Did you get lost?”
Oh, boy, had she gotten lost. The trouble was she needed to get
lost again.
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“Did you see a big guy walk by? You couldn’t miss him. He’s
really tall.” Meg struggled to her feet. She stretched her stiff limbs