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“She likes a certain aesthetic.” Gunther guided me along a hallway to the master bedroom. “She’s in there.”
The winter wonderland theme continued in Camryn’s bedroom. Her sheets and walls were white, and Cam herself wore a set of white silk pajamas. Her blue hair was now a golden blonde that spilled across the pillow like the sun illuminating a snowy horizon.
“When did she change her hair?”
“Yesterday. The other day Vaughn mentioned he preferred her natural color.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to say a word. I’m right there with you.”
I contemplated her hair. “It is a pretty shade.”
“I used a bunch of tarot cards to try to wake her, but magic didn’t help.”
I wasn’t sure what Gun expected me to do. He didn’t know my secret. “How can I help?” There. Nice and open ended.
“I don’t know. You’ve got talents in the spiritual realm. I thought you might be able to reach her on the astral plane or something.”
It shouldn’t have surprised me that an assassin was perceptive. His livelihood and his life depended on it.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Should I stay here in case you need me?” Gun asked.
“Close the door and wait in the other room, if you don’t mind.”
“Whatever it takes. I just want my cousin operational again. Unconscious Cam is too quiet.”
“I’d be more disturbed if she were noisy.”
Once Gun shut the door, I set to work. I joined her on the bed and rested my hand on her head. Her temperature seemed normal, not too hot or too cold. I closed my eyes and delved inside. I wasn’t met with resistance, which wasn’t unusual when the subject was already asleep or unconscious.
I poked and prodded. There was nothing there. No thoughts. No dreams. No nightmares. Her mind was currently a black void.
No need to dwell here; I’d seen enough. I disconnected from her and opened my eyes. Nothing seemed amiss; the bedroom appeared as immaculate as the rest of the house. A stark white dresser faced me from across the room. A soft winter-white blanket that resembled a cloud was draped across the base of the bed.
I swung my legs off the bed and padded around the room to take a closer look at the window. It was closed and locked. I didn’t see a trace of evidence to suggest an intruder.
I left the bedroom and joined Gunther in the kitchen. The gleaming white cabinets complemented the Carrara marble countertops. Cam probably didn’t need a budget. She seemed able to afford whatever expenses she encountered. I envied her financial freedom. Still, given a choice between all the money in the world and personal freedom, I’d choose personal freedom every time.
Gun offered me a cup of chamomile tea, which I politely declined in favor of a banana.
“This could be an act of revenge by a former target’s family,” Gun said. “It’s uncommon, but not impossible.”
“I don’t think this has anything to do with the Assassins Guild.”
His head jerked toward me. “You have a theory?”
“No, but I have puzzle pieces.”
He gestured to the chair across from him. “Explain.”
I joined him at the oblong table. “There’ve been people dealing with sleep issues all week. Car accidents. Werewolves missing the full moon to sleep. Domestic disputes involving cranky, tired couples. Whatever this is, Cam isn’t the only victim. She’s just the victim that didn’t wake up.”
Gun sucked in a breath. “Then what do we do?”
“Figure out what’s causing it. There’s no sign of a break-in, which suggests no one is entering homes at night and force-feeding them potions.”
“If there were, I would think the victims would remember that part.”
“Her mind is empty. I doubt she’ll remember anything helpful when she wakes up.”
