Shadow Bound

“Of course. I’ll send along my notes as well.”

With a deft adjustment, Adam stood to go. To give her a little space. To give him some room to clear his head. A hard run ought to take the edge off the impact of the image, burning in his mind again.

One question, though. “The title. Why Sleeping Beauty?”

Talia yanked the jack out of the back of the laptop and twisted to pull the plug out of the wall. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, and he didn’t force her.

“A reference to my name,” she said briskly. “The fairy tale was my mom’s favorite. My mom had been confined to bed a lot in her life, and she said that my father ‘woke her.’ Talia comes from an older French version of the fairy tale, predating Disney.”

Something clicked in Adam’s mind. “Aurora.”

She piled the cord on top of the laptop and gathered the mass to her chest. She moved around the table toward the door. Running away again.

“Talia,” he called to her.

She stopped, but she didn’t look back.

“The name suits,” he said.

EIGHT

REDRUM. Murder. The heart-stopping horror of room 217.

The phone rang, scaring Talia out of The Shining and into the real world. The awful, humiliating world in which Adam had by now viewed the nine renderings of herself she had found on the Internet, all of which depicted her as a seductive beauty. None remotely based in reality. Laughable. Pitiable, even. Particularly the graphic novel that had illustrated her as some kind of demon-busting dominatrix all done up in strappy, studded leather.

She wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

The phone rang again. What if it’s him?

The sleek gray portable mocked her by ringing a third time.

She grasped the receiver. Pressed talk. “Hello?”

“Talia. It’s Adam.”

Damn.

“Would you mind coming down to the kitchen? I have someone I’d like you to meet.” His tone was even. Too even.

What must he think of me? She could still run away. Never look back. He had all her notes. He could carry on without her.

“Sure,” she answered. “Just give me a minute.” A minute to jump to my death off my balcony.

“Thanks.”

Talia hit END. Her face was on fire. It was one thing for him to think of her as a freak. After all, considering Segue’s purpose and staff, he was surrounded by them already. But it was a totally, wretchedly, different thing altogether if he thought she were a joke.

Talia went to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. She dabbed it dry with a towel and resecured her hair in a knot at the back of her head.

She dragged herself to her apartment door, forced her chin up—way up—and exited into the hall.

The elevator whirred down to the hotel’s main level. The drawing rooms were evening-deep, darkness webbing the corners as night encroached on day. The layers of shadow brushed softly against her skin, coaxing her into their depths. Oh, so tempting.

She ignored them and grimly pressed forward toward the comparably blazing light at the other end of the expanse. Her heart thudded as she crossed the threshold. Patty’s upper body was hidden by the door of an industrial-size refrigerator. An older man whom she’d never met dipped a tea bag in a mug at the counter. As she entered, Adam pushed off the edge where he’d been leaning, skinny-necked beer bottle in hand.

Her gaze darted to his face, met his eyes briefly, directly, and then dropped as heat burned her cheeks. She needed something to do, and quick, or she was going to embarrass herself. Again.

“Talia. Thanks for coming down. I’d like to introduce you to Dr. Philip James, our sometimes-resident philosopher. He asks the big questions. I bet the two of you will have a lot to talk about. Philip, this is Dr. Talia O’Brien.”

The old man put his mug down and held out his hand. “Please call me Philip,” he said.

“Talia,” she answered and braced as she put her palm in his. Exhaustion predominated the connection—the old man was bone tired—and raging intellect. He squeezed rather than shook, a warm, friendly pressure that helped to calm her, though she was acutely, painfully, aware of Adam to her immediate right.

“Would you like some tea?” the older man asked, raising the steaming teapot. A mixed box of tea bags was open on the countertop.

“That would be great, thanks.” She could hide behind the mug if she had to. Grip it for dear life. She took a fresh mug from the cupboard and selected a mint baggie. The smell was fragrantly clean. She inhaled to fill her head with it.

She glanced at Adam. Sure enough, his gaze was on her. She held her breath. His eyes were tired, but still had the power to see through her. Her nerves quivered as heat spread throughout her body. She wondered what emotion would dominate if she were to touch him now. Her throat went dry just thinking about it.

Slowly, he shifted his attention to his beer.

She, too, took a sip of tea, but her drink only burned her up more.

“You hungry?” Patty called from the fridge. She held up paper-wrapped packages of deli meat. “We have turkey, salami, and ham.”

Talia had been hiding out in her room for the last couple of hours. She was starved. “Turkey,” Talia said. “But I can make my—”

“Adam? Philip?” Patty interrupted.

“Ham,” they answered in unison.

The old man settled next to Talia at the island. Adam sat across from her. At the counter, Patty created towering sandwiches in need of long deli toothpicks to hold the layers together.

“I read your dissertation,” Philip said as they waited. “I was very impressed with your work. I wondered if you have pursued a cross-cultural examination of near-death experiences.”

“Um. No. It wasn’t in the scope of the paper, I’m afraid.” Talia took another sip of her tea.

“Of course. When you have the time, I’d like to discuss your findings. See if any of the ritualistic practices I’ve studied conform to the norms you established in your thesis.”

“Certainly…” Talia said. She’d have to dig into the boxes and review her notes. Something told her that the professor wasn’t going to accept answers not backed by good data.

“It’s good to have you back, Philip,” Adam said, as Patty placed a plate in front of each of them. “It’s not the same here without you questioning everyone’s work.”

“I’m off to my lab,” Patty said, lifting her own plate and breezing to the door. “Good night, all.”

“ ’Night,” Talia said. Philip raised a hand in farewell.

Talia pretended not to see Philip as he flicked a glance in her direction and back to Adam. A question.

“She’s okay,” Adam answered, raising those gray eyes to hers. “In fact, she’s single-handedly turned our work upside down in the space of eight hours.”

“Oh?” Philip raised a bushy eyebrow at her.

“I’ll brief you on it tomorrow, once I’ve thought through everything. I’m having trouble keeping up at the moment.” Adam smiled woefully.

Philip set his mug on the island. “Well, you’ll have to try, because I found something as well.”

“Of course you did.” Adam had lifted his own sandwich, but now he lowered it to his plate. “Let’s have it. I’m