Chapter 7
As she slept, black, threatening clouds slowly began to roil, churn, whip, and toss until, at last, a dark, foreboding figure broke through. Black, glossy wings were widespread as he whirled about against the dark skies. Closer and closer he came, sailing on turbulent winds, veering one way and then another as he descended slowly toward the earth. Stealthily he swooped down, circling nearby until he perched on the balustrade of the old mansion’s veranda, dressed in a brief flying suit with sandaled feet.
Through curls of sensual fog, he stepped down, careful not to make any noise. The moist wind drifted brazenly over him in a movement that felt like gentle foreplay. He was about to enter a bedroom when he saw a bright, glowing, ghost-like figure the color of a tombstone. His ap
