now!”
Elena laughed and kicked her feet even harder.
And she forgot that Cassandra was in her dream for a reason.
14
Coming awake on a yawn, Elena rubbed knuckled fists over her eyes. “As far as my dreams go,” she muttered to no one in particular, “that one wasn’t too weird at all.”
A rustle that sounded like wings settling. But not angelic wings. The sound was too small. She lifted her lashes and found the room draped in the deep orange-gold light of late afternoon or very early evening. Someone had pulled back the blackout curtains but left the gauzy curtains as they were.
Those curtains were moving in the wind, the balcony doors having been cracked open. The latter couldn’t have been for long because the room was nice and warm . . . but it had been long enough for a snow-white owl to wander inside. It stretched its wings again before looking at her with eyes of shining gold.
It looked so real, not an illusion at all. When it walked back out through the doors, the curtain draped over its body. She saw it sweep away into the sunset light, silent and lovely. A second owl joined it moments later. Beautiful, unearthly creatures who’d never done her harm, but who’d been harbingers of so much pain to come.
I came to give you a gift.
Elena gasped in a breath; she’d inadvertently held her breath since her first glimpse of the owl. “Thank you,” she whispered; she knew how much Cassandra loved her owls.
No ancient mind in her head, not even a faint sign that Cassandra had heard.
Oddly disappointed, she sat up properly . . . and saw the crutches leaning up against the bedside table. “Nisia, I love you.” It had to be the Tower healer who’d thought of that; she’d been around Elena enough not to expect good behavior. Sans crutches, Elena would’ve probably settled on crawling to the facilities.
She did not need an audience while she did her business.
Too much the hunter not to understand her body, however, she spent several minutes stretching in bed before she slid her arms into the crutches, took a firm grip on the handles, and got herself up. “Woohoo!”
Unfortunately, her celebrations proved premature; her knees began to crumple the instant she tested putting weight on her legs rather than the crutches. “Okay, then, no miracle cure.” She hadn’t expected one, but a girl had to try.
At least her arms and shoulders were working well enough to utilize the crutches. She managed to close the balcony doors and reinstate the thicker curtains, then get herself to the bathroom and do what needed to be done. The lure of the shower was too much to resist so, after a moment’s thought, she turned on the water, then sat down in the huge shower cubicle designed for wings.
She shampooed her hair half expecting the teeny feathers to fall off, but nope, they stayed happily attached to the strands on her head. Truth be told, she was kind of fond of those feathers. They were a marker of survival as far as she was concerned. It felt luxuriant to put conditioner in her hair, then run a loofah over her skin after she lathered it with a special macadamia oil-infused soap that she’d bought from a stall in Times Square before everything turned to custard.
“I’ve been in a chrysalis for months,” she muttered. “I deserve fancy soap.” The scent of the soap, the heat of the water on her skin, it was pure heaven, but her muscles were quivering by the end.
Not in the mood to be hauled out naked even by Keir and Nisia, she congratulated herself on having had the foresight to put several towels right outside the shower. After switching off the water, she grabbed the top towel from the pile and dried off her hair and most of her body while still seated.
She then spread the used towel on the floor of the cubicle so she wouldn’t slip as she got to her knees, grabbed the crutches from outside the door, and hauled herself to her feet. The maneuver left her breathless, her huge heart pumping double-time, but she wasn’t sorry in the least.
Her next achievement was to get her skinny ass to the glass shelf on which she kept her pampering supplies. Managing to grab a thick tube of body lotion using her teeth, she carried it back to the bed. Not elegant but it got the job done.
Collapsing onto her back