Chapter 89: Tahr

"Meagan, I'm sorry," the soft whisper wakes me.

"What the hell," I mutter into the semi-dark room as I look around for the person who spoke. I roll over and of course Meagan isn't there. The voice was so real-husky and melodic at the same time. Maybe I'm losing my mind. I laugh and the sound echoes off the walls. It's been a month since my visit to Bastian's lair. I need to go there again. Occasionally, I fly around my territory, but it doesn't relieve the loneliness as much as I would like. Seven months without Meagan and now I'm hearing damned voices.

For some reason, Pepper enters my mind. I've seen no sign of her since I told Henry to keep her away from me. I'm hoping she's been put on laundry duty and too tired to sneak through my chambers. Whatever her punishment, a month is probably long enough for her to suffer. I'm sure she's learned her lesson by now. I hate to admit that I actually miss the scurrying glimpses I caught every so often.

Since the night I banished Pepper from