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garment, and pulled on her warmest
sweater over a spaghetti-strap top.
    She stole a pair of Lauren’s black stretchy
leggings and tugged them on under the skirt. She had no idea what
kind of climate she was heading into, but she figured it was best
to dress in layers. She could always remove some of them later if
she stumbled into a desert. She completed the ensemble with a
sturdy pair of metal tipped, leather boots. The look was hardly
what she would call sexy, but she was going on a journey to another
world—not on a date. Why did she have to keep reminding herself of
that?
    A picture of Tiarn popped unbidden into her
mind. Suddenly the bulky sweater seemed stifling as the images of
the long-haired man filled her thoughts and warmed her body. She
looked up at the drawing on the wall of her dark knight—the man who
had haunted her dreams for so many years. The fact he was suddenly
a living, breathing reality was a little overwhelming. It shouldn’t
have been any stranger than learning she was a princess from
another dimension. Yet, somehow she found the mysteriously aloof
Filtiarn much more intimidating than anything else she had faced in
the last twenty-four hours. She resolved that she would die before
she let him know he had such an unraveling effect on her.
    “Meooowww?”
    The plaintive whine of the cat instantly
brought her back to the task at hand. Lauren shifted on her bed as
Danu wailed pitifully and looked up at her with longing in her
eyes.
    “Shhh,” she soothed. “Don’t worry. You’re
coming too.”
    Danu and Dagda were both winding around her
ankles, as usual. She bent down to give them each a loving stroke.
She had no intention of leaving them behind to be thrown in some
inhumane animal shelter. They had been the only true friends she
had ever had. Tiarn had told her to bring only what was necessary.
Well, Danu and Dagda were necessary.
    Morrigan grabbed her backpack from the floor.
The only things she didn’t dump out were her tarot cards, which
were wrapped securely in the bottom of the bag, her sketchbook, and
a few meager art supplies. She replaced her useless text books with
some extra clothes before tiptoeing out of the bedroom and clicking
the door shut behind her.
    Morrigan had learned the hard way how to move
through a house full of sleeping people silently. One of her foster
father’s had taught her that particular lesson when she was only
five years old after he caught her sneaking outside for a night of
star gazing. He would never have managed to hurt her if she had
been more skilled in her abilities of telekinesis at the time.
    Morrigan snorted lightly at the old memories.
They always had a way of creeping out of her subconscious at the
most inopportune times. With the cats still at her heels, she
pushed the negative thoughts away and crept into the kitchen. This
was a night for new beginnings, not a time to dwell on things that
couldn’t be changed. Firm in her resolve, she stuck her head in the
pantry and started poking around for supplies. She hadn’t asked
what type of traveling arrangements Tiarn had made, but she doubted
very much they would be staying at a string of five star hotels.
There was no way of telling what kind of food would be available.
Morrigan decided to fill her bag with whatever nonperishable items
she could find.
    It wasn’t as easy a task as she had
originally anticipated. After all, there were four teenagers in the
house, so groceries moved fairly quickly. She sighed as she rifled
through packages and packed up all she could find, which included a
bag of beef jerky, some potato chips, a few bottles of water, two
cans of soda, and a box of instant soup. On the way toward the back
door, she decided to check the bathroom cabinets as well. There she
found a medicinal goldmine—aspirin, gauze, rubbing alcohol, and
peroxide. She even came across a forgotten bottle of her foster
brother’s antibiotics and antibacterial ointment he had never
finished after