Dark Refuge
“After almost two years of working and living all over Asia, the comforting mixed bouquet of Americanized ethnic cooking had Emeline practically salivating.Water rushed down the street gutters and dripped from the tall buildings. The storm had been short but wet and windy, cleansing the air, washing trash off the sidewalk, leaving a clear trail between her office at Chanku Global Industries and the Platinum Duck, her favorite Chinese restaurant.She flat out refused to let sixteen hours of travel and a lost bag at San Francisco International get in the way of the meal she’d been thinking of since she’d boarded the jet in Beijing.Oh, God. Can’t someone help me?Now that definitely caught her attention. The voice in her head, feminine, laced with terror and coming from somewhere very close by, stopped Emeline mid-step. Pausing as if to check her phone for a call, she scanned the crowded sidewalk. It was a little after seven, well into the dinner hour.Nothing seemed out of place—except for ...that perfectly clear telepathic plea for help.MoreLess
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