Falkor led the way. His flaring maxi black garment cleaned the floors after him and around him as he walked. Naomi noticed the ground was made of pure gold. She wondered just how much influence this rogue held. Every living thing he passed bowed for him. Naomi feared his power.
She had not talked to Faxon after the announcement. Falkor carried her to his side and at his side she had been all along. She wondered how he was doing. Naomi waited for him to come for her. Her other reality wasn't doing so well, but at least there was a plan, courtesy of the deputy Sheriff. Faxon had to come for her. She wouldn't allow herself to get betrayed yet again.
"Show her to her bedroom."
Naomi frowned and Falkor caught it as it came. He said, "What? Would you have liked a direct line to my bedroom? Are you so eager?"
"I didn't think I'd be spending the night." She tipped a brow defiantly and Falkor threw his head back and laughed, holding his midriff.
