Thorne sat in a big leather chair by the fire, with a glass of dark red wine in his hand. The morning sun was pouring into his suite, but it didn't feel as bright as it had been the night before. His suite was quiet again, the scent of old books and wine filling the air. He had won a small victory against Val, but the victory didn't feel as sweet as he thought it would. There was a different kind of thought that lingered in his mind—it was the thought about the human. It kept circling in his ...