Tara stretched her body across her bed as she stared at the antique lace canopy above.  Frustration mixed with panic filled every fiber of her being. Was Maggie telling the truth? Why couldn’t she remember being drugged by Dominic? What made Maggie think he was a demon? She paced around the room, unsure of what to do next.  She had to see Dominic. She needed to talk to him and straighten things out.  If he’d just sit down with Maggie and let her get to know him, then Maggie would be able to see what a wonderful man he really was. Yes, that was it.  She would go to Dominic and have him straighten things out with Maggie. She threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, ran a comb through her hair, and headed downstairs.As she closed the door behind her, the cool night air filled her lungs.  Brilliant stars surrounded the full moon, lighting up the night for ample visibility.  She walked past the den and peered in the window.&nb