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He looked formidable and dangerous, but he had very nice shoulders. Everything about him radiated power and control. She liked his amber-brown eyes. Fierce but not in an intimidating way, at least not at the moment. More like the eyes of a man who has been looking for someone for a very long time and has just found her.

He studied her while she munched the pizza.

“I take it the after-party didn’t end well,” he said.

She glanced down at the crushed skirts of her long gown and sighed. She didn’t have a mirror, but she knew she probably looked as if she had spent a hard night in a dark alley. Possibly several nights. Time had become fluid. That happened when you got lost in the Underworld. There was no day or night in the tunnels. The maze of quartz corridors and chambers radiated an eerie acid-green light day in, day out. As far as the experts could tell, they had been doing so since the long-vanished Aliens had disappeared.

“The after-party was a disaster,” she said. “Long story.”

“When did the dust bunny show up?” Gabriel asked.

“I don’t know. I made it to this chamber and collapsed. The dust bunny appeared at some point. I’ve seen dust bunnies from time to time in the ruins but I’ve never had one approach me. I could tell he expectedme to follow him but I... couldn’t. He vanished. I assumed I’d never see him again. He came back with a pizza. That’s when I named him Otis. I know he’s been trying to lead me back to the surface, but I can’t get through the psychic gate blocking the door.”

Gabriel glanced at the entrance. “I didn’t have a problem entering.”

“Neither did I, obviously.” She glared. “It’s getting out that’s the big issue here. Do you think I’d still be hanging around in this horrible chamber if I could break through the barrier?”

Gabriel glanced at the entrance again. When he switched his attention back to her, there was a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

“No,” he said.

“Let’s hope you can get out,” Lucy said.

She sounded pissed off, but she didn’t care. It was probably not a nice way to treat the man who said he had come to rescue her, but she was not in a good mood. She was irritated, because she was pretty sure she knew where the conversation was headed. Gabriel—assuming he was real—was concluding she was delusional because she had spent so much time in a strong paranormal environment without the steadying influence of nav amber.

What really annoyed her was that he was right. True, she wasn’t delusional all the time, but she was definitely suffering recurring bouts of nerve-jangling visions. Deep down she was terrified that she was in danger of getting lost in a world of paranormal nightmares. When she got scared, she got mad.

Otis finished the last of his pizza and chortled.

The dust bunny resembled a large wad of dryer lint. He looked adorable because only his innocent baby-blue eyes and the tips of his ears were visible at the moment. His second set of eyes, the ones he used for hunting, were closed and hidden by his gray fur. Dust bunnies were cute and cuddly. Until they weren’t. As the saying went, by the time you saw the teeth, it was too late.

Lucy finished the last of the pizza slice, dusted crumbs off her hands, and looked at Gabriel. “How did you find me?”

“Finding people who get lost down here is one of the things I get paid to do,” Gabriel said. “Illusion Town doesn’t have its own Guild yet, so the local authorities coordinate with the Cadence organization. When they realized you had vanished into the tunnels, the police asked us for assistance. I pulled the assignment.”

She took another slice of pizza and narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t just vanish, you know. I was kidnapped.”

She waited to see how he would take that news.

He watched her with an unreadable expression. “I was told you’d had too much to drink at a wedding reception, did some drugs—Chartreuse—at an after-party, walked home alone, and wandered into the Dead City ruins. The theory is that you got disoriented from a combination of booze, drugs, and the heavy paranormal currents inside the ruins. You went into one of the towers and found a flight of steps that took you down into the tunnels.”

“Everyone believes I got stoned and fell down a dust bunny hole? That’s crap. I’m a professional weather channeler. Do you really think I’d be that stupid?”

“The energy inside the Dead City is... unpredictable.”

“I’m well aware of that. I can handle it.” She ate some pizza and gestured toward the box. “There’s another slice. Help yourself.”

“Thanks.” He took the last slice of pizza out of the box. “There is also a theory that you were depressed because your ex recently filed for divorce.”

“It was an amicable divorce.”

“Didn’t know there was such a thing.”

“It was just an MC, okay? Not a real Covenant Marriage.”

An MC—Marriage of Convenience—was little more than an affair with a few legal provisions attached. Either party could end it simply byfiling the paperwork. A Covenant Marriage, on the other hand, was extremely difficult to terminate. It was not unheard-of for some people to conclude it was easier and a whole lot cheaper to arrange for an unwanted spouse to suffer a lethal accident.

The last thing she wanted to talk about was the fact that she had been dumped. Time to move on.