Chapter 36
“Come quick. Trouble. Trouble.”
Plato opened his eyes and quickly closed them again. A little demon was tugging madly at his arm. He shook him off. They were worse than alarm clocks.
“I’m taking a nap. Go away. You’re bothering me,” he curled back down into Michelle’s bed, rolling away from the demon. It was the only bed in the house that had sheets on it. He’d been so tired that he decided to collapse first and make apologies later.
Her smell was a part of the satin sheets and had somehow slid into his dreams. The only quiet ones he’d had in twenty-three hundred years. Even though they had never shared this bed, lying here made him feel she was nearby. And he was finding that he liked that.
He looked out of one eye, the other one buried in the down pillow. This room was no
