Edge grinned, obviously in a better mood than last night. “Just making sure. I went down to eat breakfast and got tied up with some things Holgarth wanted me to do. Need anything?”

“Coffee.” She was only capable of short sentences and simple thoughts before her first shot of caffeine. Afterward she could move into the realm of complex thoughts.

He nodded. “I’ll get some. Want anything to eat?”

She decided against food. “No, I’ll take a shower and then eat in the restaurant.” Before she could thank him for the coffee, he was gone.

Turning, she headed toward the bathroom and then paused. Something … Cinn frowned. Something wasn’t right. Nothing specific, just a feeling of wrongness. She glanced around. As her gaze slid across the table beneath the arrow slit of a window, she froze. Vince. He was gone.

Panic made her heart skip a beat. And then as her stomach dropped like a broken elevator she frantically scanned the room. Gone. Really gone. Oh, God. Oh, God. For a moment, she couldn’t think, didn’t know what to do first. She was shocked that when she clawed to the surface of her panic, her first coherent thought was for Dacian. But he wouldn’t rise until dark, would he? Her next thought was for Edge. He was coming back with her coffee. But she couldn’t wait even that long.

She ran to the closet and flung open the door. Only to be confronted by Sparkle’s borrowed wardrobe. “Shit, shit, shit.” She shoved aside the unwanted clothes, searching for her old jeans and chunky sweater. Gone. The bitch had taken all her clothes.

Almost panting with her fear and confusion, she grabbed a couple of pieces of clothing and one of the only pairs of flat shoes in Sparkle’s offerings, then raced into the bathroom.

She’d just pulled on the silky black top when she heard the front door open and then close. Evidently locked doors meant nothing in this cursed place. She was too worried about Vince to think about who might’ve come in. If it was Airmid or Sparkle, all the better. Bring it on, bitch. And she didn’t much care which bitch it was.

She hurried from the bathroom only to find Edge setting a container down on her coffee table.

“I’d let it cool for a moment.”

He didn’t look at her as he picked up the piece of notepaper that Cinn had totally forgotten about in her panic over Vince.

“It’s from Bain. He just wanted to let you know that Sparkle had delivered your new clothes and shoes.” Then Edge glanced up.

“Whoa. Talk about a new person.” His smile was slow and sexy. “Love the leather pants and silky top. Very hot. I—”

“Vince is gone.”

“Vince?” He glanced around. “You had a man here last night? Bain didn’t mention it.”