Chapter 7After tossing and turning for hours, Zander finally gave up on sleep. Getting out of bed, he dressed, then just stretched out on the bed with the TV on, but he wasn’t watching it. His mind was filled with nightmarish images of Foss morphing into a huge, black creature with glowing red eyes and long, glittering fangs.
Growling wordlessly, Foss shook his head. That wasn’t what he’d seen. Even if Foss was the creature—unimaginably, inconceivably—he’d done nothing until provoked.
Then he’d protected them both.
Glancing at the clock, the minutes had crawled around to 6:00 a.m. Not caring how early it was, Zander stood up. Stuffing his cell phone and wallet into his jeans’ pocket, Zander strode out of the hotel.
Resisting the urge to break into a run, Zander went straight to the mar
