Chapter 7
At some point, well after the room had been plunged into darkness, Ian woke. Groggy at first, he didn’t realize he was alone, but when he flung his arm out and it connected with someone fuzzy Ian’s eyes popped open, the remaining traces of slumber disappearing. Stephan was nowhere in sight. Ian sat up. The other side of the bed was now occupied by Mushu and his fluffy white counterpart Crème Brule. Two sets of eyes stared back at him.
“Have you guys seen my love?” he asked, rubbing one eye. “I left him right here before wandering into the land of the Sandman. Where could he have gotten to…”
A glance at the clock on the nightstand revealed the time as nearly two in the morning. Thanksgiving was over, gone, and the rumble from his stomach reminded him that’d been cheated out of
