Chapter 24
Time had lost some of its meaning and urgency. Sitting in the morning light in the Devil’s living room, wearing a large terry cloth bathrobe way better than any hotel’s, left Valerie both feeling cozy and confused. Neither was a familiar feeling.
Michelle had eventually returned from her walk with Plato around dinner time yesterday. They had all gotten more than a little drunk last night.
Valerie’s mind was thick enough this morning that she knew it would be hours before she’d willingly face sunlight. She was pretty sure that she’d gone to bed alone and had definitely woken alone, which was probably for the best. Even if she kept finding herself a little angry that Eric hadn’t put more effort into propositioning her. Of course when had she ever gone out of her way to make him
