“I think I can go to sleep now, too.”
Lonna shrugged, but a smile played at the corner of her lips. “Suit yourself.”
“Good night.” I heard the library door close and was happy to be left alone with the shifting sands of insight.
Andrew had CLS. My grandfather might have had it as well. So where did that leave me? Still with more questions than answers, one of which was why Lonna tended to appear whenever things were about to get interesting with me and one of the werewolf men. It was like she was trying to protect me from myself while she was the one with the bad taste in men, and that was the nice way of putting it.
I powered down my laptop, piled the papers into neat stacks, and turned off the desk lamp with its green cover. Why is it that only one of us gets to have fun? As I waited
