Book 2 -17-

[A Strange Place]

SIERRA

“What in the world?” My gaze surveyed the room—which I easily ascertained was a nursery—astounded by the luxurious furnishings. This room was twice the size of what I had in the packhouse. Heck, it was even bigger than Sebastian’s. If memory serves, none of the rooms in the packhouse were as Victorian or primordial, and that easily meant one thing: I wasn’t on pack lands.

Being in a confused state, I cautiously approached the window, expecting to find any recognizable landmarks to tell me where I was. To my great disappointment, I only saw a dismal blackness blanketing the landscape and confusing me further.

“Sybil, are you there?” Perhaps she might explain why and how we journeyed back in time. Sasha suggested I should imagine myself at home with Sebastian, which I did. So, how did I get here? I waited for Sybil to respond, but she never did.

I stumbled away from the window, fear rippling through me like a sudden chill. A queasy feeling started in my sto