Cinn stared blankly at the door. Dacian, thy name is volatile. She’d say he was moody, but that suggested he had a happy moment once in a while. If he did, she hadn’t experienced it yet.

She didn’t have anything else to say to Sparkle or Ganymede. She guessed she’d go back to her room. The room that was now guarded by a demon. Wow, that was some upgrade. And maybe, just maybe, she could catch a few hours of sleep before the whole merry-go-round started again. Reaching over, she lifted Vince into her lap.

“I’ll head on back to my room now. Oh, does anyone have a clue what this Airmid looks like?” She was finally ready to admit that the goddess existed and was out for her blood. But why? Everything she did with her plants was for the common good. Fine, so Carla and the rest of her weed warriors might not be too user friendly. But other than those few, her plants did lots of good.

No one answered.

As she started to rise, Sparkle waved her back into her seat. “Stay for a little longer. We have some things to discuss.” She stared at Ganymede until he finally looked at her.

“What?“ He stuck his face into the popcorn bowl and inhaled a mouthful. Probably strengthening himself for whatever Sparkle was about to say.

“Cinn and I need a few minutes for some girl talk. Why don’t you check up on Dacian? We never told him that he couldn’t hunt inside the park.”

Mede hissed his unhappiness with Sparkle’s weak ploy to get him out of the suite, but he finally leaped from the couch, padded to the door, stared at it until it opened, and then left. The door swung quietly shut behind him.

“Now. We’re alone.” Sparkle looked like she wanted to rub her hands together in glee.

For some reason, this scared Cinn witless. Anything that made Sparkle that happy couldn’t be good for Cinn. “This better be important. I’m tired.”

Sparkle ignored her comment as she motioned Cinn toward her bedroom. “I have some things I want to show you.”

Cinn allowed herself to be led. At least for the next two weeks, Sparkle was still her boss. But she stopped thinking about Sparkle for a moment as she took in the erotic impact of the bedroom.

The bed was a huge four-poster with erotic scenes painted on the headboard. A red velvet bedspread added the final touch. There were more sexually explicit paintings and the prerequisite scented candles. The rugs were black fluffy compromises to the fact that a male shared the room. Hmm. She had to know.

“Does Ganymede take human form often?” Cinn’s guess was yes, because that big bed would need lots of use to keep it happy.