Angela woke the next morning with the room still shadowed. Pale light filtered through the small crease of the curtain. She stretched and yawned, slowly opening her eyes. The sight that greeted her caused all drowsiness to instantly vanish. Standing at the foot of her bed, watching with a sly grin, stood the god of mischief.
With a gasp, Amanda bolted for her wand, supporting herself on one arm, careless of the fact her covers were no longer hiding the satin, low cut nightgown she wore. She pointed her wand at him as he surveyed her, still grinning wickedly.
"Good morning Miss Rutherford, isn't it? Did you miss me?"
"Not particularly," the young woman replied with a glare.
Loki chuckled. "Oh, but I had such a wonderful time when last we spoke."
"How did you get in here? The others "
"Could not possibly be aware of my presence." Loki opened his hands in a half