Chapter 22Dorian led the way into a smaller, cozy room furnished with delicate pieces Emily felt sure were genuine Victorian antiques. A fragile tea set awaited, arranged on a lacy white doily spread across a low table. When Dorian filled the cups, a heady aroma rose with the steam. Bending over, Emily inhaled the sweet, exotic scent.
“Mmmmm, that smells wonderful.”
“It’s my own special herbal blend,” Dorian admitted. “After talking to you this morning, I had a hunch you’d appreciate it.”
After she’d taken a few sips of the tea, which tasted as good as it smelled, Emily felt much calmer. Catching Dorian’s expectant glance, she plunged into her tale, beginning with her receipt of Zach’s journal and ending with awakening in the Sierra Vista hospital. Dorian listened with bright-eyed atten
