Chapter Two
Tory screamed in frustration and twisted away from the tall, stately man stubbornly standing in front of her. It was the same argument over and over again. This time he was giving her all the reasons she shouldn’t go to a Graphic Design and Computer Animation convention in Phoenix with some of her online friends. If he had his way, she would be kept in a gilded cage for the next century.
Knowing she needed to leave before she said something she would regret, Tory shifted. In one moment she was a young woman with shiny, shoulder-length, dark brown hair and matching chocolate-colored eyes standing in front of the pale green house, the next, she was a small, plump bat flapping upward toward the roof of the two-story, pale green house. She landed on the peak and angrily glared do
