“I am Morgan!” Rosalind insisted.
“Okay. Okay.” No sense in pissing her off by arguing with the lunatic. “Interesting. I thought bad people were reincarnated as bugs or toads, or snakes, or slugs.” She shuddered dramatically.
“Once I defeat Dark and collect the book, you will be the cockroach that I squash under my shoe,” Rosalind promised.
Destiny’s gut churned with that image. It just can’t end this way. Not when I’ve never admitted my feelings for him. She took in a deep breath. “Great concept, but how do you suppose he’ll even find us? He left this morning to head to Maine to check on his burned-down house. He won’t be back for days.”
“Days?” Madam Liz turned Destiny’s direction.
Destiny nodded.
“You just expect us to sit here tied up for days?” Madam Liz addressed Rosalind. “Wha
