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later, so did I.
     
    CHAPTER TWO
    When I got back to the house, I noticed an envelope on the kitchen counter with my name written out in a fancy scrawl. The envelope had a familiar scent, so I knew right away who'd sent it. After hesitating for only a moment, I opened it and read the message inside.
     
    Jacqueline Crawford Cuvier,
    I sincerely hope that you are well and that memories of your few days as a prisoner of Lord Kennet, haunt you no longer.
    I am contacting you because there is someone in my realm most interested in making your acquaintance. It is someone, I am sure, whom you would like to meet as well. This person is willing to answer some of the questions you carry regarding your parents.
    If you wish to meet with her, you must walk immediately to the fountain on your patio. You may tell no one until your return in one hour of you r human time. You may not leave a note. I swear to you on my blood, and the blood that was shared between us, that no harm will come to you or any you care for, while you are with us today.
    This opportunity will only be available for the next five minutes. I hope that you make the correct choice.
    Isaiah of the Bas Demonic level.
     
    There was a single red splotch on the paper beside his name.
    Okay, this was one of those times when I had to completely trust my own instincts. Always a scary situation when I had real time to mull things over, but today I was rushed into a fast decision.
    Isaiah was obviously talking about my grandmother. M y grandmother wanted to meet me. An actual blood relative. Yeah, I mean, I know she's a demon , but how could I not do this? She could tell me about my mother, and maybe my father. I started walking toward the sliding glass doors to the patio, when I felt an unexpected wet and then furry nudge against my palm.
    Samson whined at me. "You want to come too? Ok ay, maybe that's a good idea. I'll bring you along to protect me." Samson wagged his stubby tail, which made his whole rear end wiggle too, so I grabbed his leash off the hook by the wall and we rushed to the fountain.
    As I felt the energy of the ley lines wash over my body, I wrinkled my brow, worried that Garrett and Liam were going to be annoyed. Ah well, they'd get over it.
    Feeling the usual few seconds of disorientation, I materialized in a large room with a domed ceiling and a colorfully tiled floor. Since no one was there to greet us, Samson and I walked around the perimeter of the room, curiously checking out the hand carved wooden benches and randomly placed statuary. There was something disorganized about the placement of the furnishings, as if it had been put together in a hurry. The stucco walls were covered with painted murals depicting battles between fae warriors and strange creatures with leathery wings, thick horns and clawed feet. I wondered if this was a demon's true form and if so, hoped that Isaiah wouldn't choose to appear that way. They were all naked in the pictures and, well—it would be awkward to say the least.
    Samson started to growl at the same time that I felt Isaiah materialize behind me. My departure had been so quick that I'd forgotten to bring any kind of a weapon with me, except for the enormously furry one with the very large teeth and the now, blood-red eyes.
    I patted Samson on the head and turned around. Separated by six feet of tiled floor, Isaiah and I faced each other wearing neutral expressions. Happily, he'd chosen to appear as he had in the small room where I'd first met him, an average young man with an average build and features. There was nothing threatening in his expression or his demeanor.
    He placed two fingers on the demonic birthmark behind his left ear and nodded, the customary greeting in the Demon Realm, I assumed. "Jacqueline. I am glad that you decided to come. You look to be at peace and your aura is clear. Are you well?"
    "Yes, Isaiah. Are you?"
    "Yes, thank you." He glanced at Samson whose growls were getting louder. "Clever little