assure herself she was still alone, she typed in a quick search
and started browsing through sites.
The conference would be over in a couple days. What if that
wasn’t enough time for her to find Cassia? The woman she’d
seen across from her in a crowded hotel lounge. She’d
instantly known there was something different about the sad,
ethereally beautiful woman. She’d felt a bolt of attraction so
strong it was like getting hit by lightning. True to the clichéd
saying, she’d never been hit like that before.
She kept scrolling through page after page, trying to ignore
the stab in her gut about what she felt for the women and men
who had to put themselves through that. Lost innocence? Was
that what it was? Something about it tugged at her heart. She
was sure there were people who wanted to be doing what they
were doing, but how many of them didn’t really want to be
escorting? How many of them sunk deeper into the sex trade?
She didn’t honestly know much about it. While it was
powerful for some, it was probably more of a hard necessity
for so many others.
Cassia. Her name pulsed through Adalynn’s head, affecting
her like a drug. She could recall the jasmine of the other
woman’s perfume, just slight enough to be noticeable. She’d
 
; worn only light makeup, and her natural features were almost
pixie-like they were so delicate. It was easy for Adalynn to
believe Cassia had been a fairy, with her otherworldly beauty,
her tiny stature, her white-blonde hair. She might not have
been real at all.
She was real. I have to find her.
Adalynn couldn’t say why. She couldn’t say why it bothered