CHAPTER 3
Selene woke the next morning feeling groggy and disoriented. Without opening her eyes, she felt sure something was different. A warm lump of buzzing fur, which she recognized as Sammy, snuggled against her shoulder. But where's Margot? And my sheets have never felt like this, nor do I remember owning a nightgown quite this baggy. Where am I?
Her eyes snapped open and for a moment, she still didn't know. This is not my bedroom. It isn't the lumpy sofa at the police station where I crash for an hour or so when I'm too tired to drive.
Instead, she lay in a bedroom she'd never seen before. Three oversized windows framed in stained oak permitted bright sunlight to illuminate the room. The bedspread, decorated in colorful geometrics, did not resemble her sprays of lilacs. Every piec
