The door closed roughly six feet above her. No wonder it was hard to
find. It would be even harder on this side of the door since there was
no handy set of stairs to climb up. Meg wiped water off her face. It
was raining. She looked up the path. It looked like the rain got worse
up ahead.
The demon seemed to have disappeared again, and she was alone
in the forest with no sense of direction. She ran for the shelter of a
thick tree. It was less wet beneath the tree’s wide canopy, and Meg
tried to pull out her computer. She went through the bag three times
before admitting the truth.
“Bastard.” It was obvious that the human version of Dante had
helped himself to a souvenir of her visit. That damn computer would
have been helpful.
She heard rushing water to her left and knew she was in luck. The
village had been built to take advantage of the river. She could follow
it, and she would be able to see houses and docks when she got close.
Meg repacked her duffel bag and prepared herself for a potentially
long walk. There was nothing else to do. She couldn’t just sit here,
and Human Dante had taken away her ability to call his vampire
counterpart.
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Meg trudged to the river. She realized she had another decision to
make. She had no idea where she was in relation to the village. It
could be north or south of where she was. She could walk for days,
only to discover she’d gone the wrong way. Meg chewed nervously
on her lip and stared through the rain, trying to see if there was
anything familiar. The only times she’d come into the forest, she had
been either righteously pissed off at Beck or sleeping peacefully in his
arms. She hadn’t been memorizing landmarks.