Then again, love was everything so she forgave herself her soft heart… this time.
Valentine turned back to her friend. “Until tomorrow.”
Lavinia lifted her chin and smiled.
Valentine lifted both hands then, moments later, in a mist of green, she disappeared.
She reappeared not in New Orleans, her home.
No, she reappeared in a living room in Seattle.
“Jesus, f**k! What the f**k? Who the f**k are you?” the man walking out of his kitchen carrying a bottle of beer and spying her in his living room burst out.
Valentine allowed herself an indulgent moment to study the extremely handsome Noctorno Hawthorne of her world.
Then she said words he would undoubtedly understand immediately.
“Cora needs you.”
His powerful body went statue-still and he glared at her but behind his blue eyes he was alert and he didn’t even attempt to veil his concern.
Then he transferred his glare to the ceiling.
Then he muttered, “Fuck.”
At that, finally, Valentine smiled her cat’s smile.