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352 pages, Hardcover
First published June 14, 2022
Klara removed the stick from his throat, heart pounding in her throat.
He looked back up at the torch sconce. Though old with age, it could possibly be of help to him.
“If I’m dreaming, then why are you here?”
He shrugged, but the gesture looked unnatural on him. Inhuman. “It’s your dream.”
She scoffed. “It’s a nightmare, then.”
“A nightmare. I like that.” He flashed his teeth. “In the flesh.”
Circumstantially, if Callum was from another time – big if – it exlained some things.
The way he acted toward a car was not exactly normal. He called it a carriage, for Pete’s sake. There were theories of parallel universes and timelines, not to mention Einstein’s theory of relativity …
Her scientist brain churned, considering it in astronomical terms: during the solstice, the earth’s northern hemisphere was the farthest from the sun it could be. Farthest from the light. The cold expanse of space unfurled in her mind. She imagined its darkness spilling onto earth in the lengthening shadows of winter.
Callum’s body was…not forgettable.
Muscled. Ripped. Svelte. Bonnie. Tan and lean, with a dusting of dark hair on his upper chest which also sprouted below his belly button and went lower than she cared to admit she had noticed. Definitely not forgettable.
Winding down the path lit only by moonlight, [Callum] passed into the trees and approached the loch that hugged the property.
He waded into the stream, until he stood waist-deep in the cold sting of the water.
Klara liked to think that in Scotland, people wouldn’t have balked at a young woman carrying a sword.