7
Refreshed and dressed once more, I opened my door intent on locating Alistair. I found Gabrielle leaning against the wall. Her posture communicated a relaxed nonchalance, and for a moment, it seemed she didn’t care that I was standing in front of her. After three heartbeats, she met my gaze.
“How did you find my waterfall?”
I blinked. That was not what I was expecting. Her waterfall? Understanding clicked.
“I followed the stream that fed it. You were the melanistic cat?”
Gabrielle pushed off from the wall to stand upright. “I was going to stalk you back to town, but I guess you had just enough of a head start that I never caught you. I followed those ginormous tracks of yours right up to the back of the hotel, though.”
I half-smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, my paws are a little big.”
