Chapter Eight
Tory stretched, yawned, and wiggled her toes back and forth. She didn’t remember the bed in the apartment being this comfortable. She yawned again and slowly opened her eyes. Her head tilted sideways as she stared up at the high ceiling. A frown creased her brow as she studied it. This wasn’t her bedroom.
She gasped when a man’s face suddenly appeared in front of her. Not thinking, she pushed her hands up against his chest with more force than she intended. Horror darkened her eyes as Simon’s body flew almost to the ceiling above the bed at her thrust.
Tory shifted into a bat as gravity kicked in and he started to fall. Flapping frantically, she flew up and landed on the top of an armoire set against the far wall of the bedroom. Peeking over the top, she winced when Simon
