She’d eaten the night before, but hunting suited her mood better than caving up. The grass-eaters would be going for water soon. A stout branch she ...adn’t used recently crossed over one trail to the pool where the stream widened. She went through the forest to the tree rather than use the trail. She climbed the tree and lay on the branch back from the trail. All she had to do was wait.Waiting was harder than usual, though. She kept herself under control with only her tail twitching, but that. No answer. I waited a few seconds and tried again. I saw no light coming from underneath the doorway - he was out of the office probably. Tentatively, I placed my hand on the gold door handle and turned it, the office opening before me. Inside, the curtains were drawn in front of a large plate glass window, the decor of the office matching that of the hallway. The room was massive, with a desk and thick leather chairs scattered around the room. On one wall was a shelf made of glass and marble,. "So don't talk that way."She walked me to the door with Brian right behind us. On the front steps, he turned to Maeve. "Wait inside for a moment, you can have a proper goodbye in a bit." She started to protest, but a look from me quelled her and she stepped inside and closed the door.I beckoned Brian down to the sidewalk. "Doubtless she has her ear pressed to the door right now, trying to eavesdrop."Brian chuckled. "Doubtless," He took a deep breath. "Thank you for not raising a fuss in there.. And maybe more!Okay, time for a plan. She had to have more than just a sample, anyway. She had to have a method. She thought she knew, and despite what the crummy FBI profiler had said, she still believed it. She took a deep breath."Brett," she began, and blushed and looked down again, unable to actually say it.
"What is it, Donna?"She blushed even more. "You're going to think I'm awful." And she paused and fumbled her hands together. "Brett, could you ... could you hypnotize me? Please? I've.