A smile spread across Haydn’s face and he wrapped his arms around her possessively. “Close your eyes.”
Evelyn did as he asked. A gust of wind rushed past them.
When the air settled again, it was much colder than it had been.
“Look.”
She opened her eyes. First, she only saw Haydn, who was still holding her. But nothing beyond him was what it should be. Where there had been an ocean to her right, a valley spread out below them. They were on a cliff’s edge halfway up a mountain.
Evelyn screamed and clung to Haydn, hiding her face in his chest like not seeing the steep drop would make it go away.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Haydn soothed, brushing a hand over her hair. “We’re safe.”
“No, we’re fucking not!” she yelled, her voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. But you’re going to miss the best part.”
Evelyn raised her head, but only to glare at him. “Where the hell are we?”
“The northern part of Brevig.”
Her stomach dropped like she was actively falling off the cliff.
We’re on a different continent?
“That’s impossible. Is this another vision?”
“Does it feel like a vision?”
No, it really doesn’t.
“How did we get here?” she asked.
“A bit of magic that runs in my family,” Haydn half explained. “It’s a long story.”
“Why are we here? Are you sure you aren’t going to throw me off the cliff?”
“Yes, my love, I’m quite sure of that.”
“Then what are we doing on the side of a mountain inBrevig?”
Haydn gestured behind them. “Sit down with me.”
“What? No! We’re going to die up here!”
“We are perfectly safe. I promise.”
Haydn spun Evelyn around so her back was to his chest, then pulled them both down to the ground a few feet from the edge. She sat locked between his legs, overlooking the valley.
“It’s beautiful,” she said. “But why here? What am I missing?”
“You’ll see as soon as the sun dips below the horizon.”
Evelyn leaned against Haydn and slowed her breathing to match his.
“This feels nice,” she admitted.
“I’ll keep you in my arms forever, if you let me.”
