in her. Meg felt a wicked smile crease her face. She really hoped it
 
 was Liadan.
 
 “That?
 
 ?s a scary look,” Dante said with a grimace.
 
 “Sorry,” Meg apologized and schooled her face into something
 
 less bloodthirsty.
 
 It had been hard to readjust to this plane. She had thought she
 
 would immediately fall back into patterns of working and watching
 
 TV, but something intrinsic had changed within her. When she
 
 finished with work for the day, she prepared for the day she would go
 
 back to her men. She had spent hours and hours making lists and
 
 gathering items she wanted to take with her.
 
 She had a large duffel bag filled with small items that would be
 
 helpful. She had bought her ten favorite books at a half-priced store,
 
 along with five DVDs she loved. She was sure Vampire Dante could
 
 make them work on the computer. She had a disc filled with music
 
 she’d downloaded. She’d bought a couple of first aid kits and
 
 essentials. Her bags were packed. Now she just needed that ticket
 
 home.
 
 She hadn’t completely ignored this plane. Meg found herself
 
 looking her own name up on the internet. There had only been a
 
 single article on her as a missing person. Her mother had commented
 
 that she believed Meg had run off with some man and would get in
 
 touch when the relationship soured. It was odd, given that Meg had
 
 never exactly run off before, but if it gave her mother comfort, she
 
 would go along with it. Besides her mother wouldn’t recognize her
 
 anymore.
 
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 Meg wore her hair down now all the time. She’d given up on