She prowled around restlessly as she dressed for the evening. She had been complacent of late and no closer to finding the witch that turned Zach. She needed to hunt and get information before her target slipped through her fingers.

She glanced over to the muscular form in the bed near her. There was a softening of her eyes as she took in the lines of a firm backside that was covered with the barest of sheets. Today had been particularly busy and he drifted off after they had spent some *quality time* together.

So she dressed, finding herself in a miniskirt and heels. The more provocative the better... Even if she was less than pleased with the prospect of trolling for trolls.