CHAPTER SEVEN
I spotted Dr. Gordon on the middle level of the three-tiered lobby. He sat at one of the tables and had a glass of red wine and a laptop in front of him. My choices — another elevator ride or walk right past him. Although I hated elevators - being encased in a metal box is one of the Fae's worst nightmares - I tolerated the trip to the ground floor, where doors led to outside. The hotel had a lovely courtyard with paths leading into a wooded area, and so I followed the song of the trees, different from home. For one thing, these were younger, and less numerous. Also, they wore their early spring buds whereas the ones at home - I mean in Scotland - still worked to get the sap moving and shake off the end of winter. When I walked into the woods, such as they were since I could
