“What the fuckkk,” Anton seethes, frantically stepping out onto the terrace, spinning in a circle as he looks everywhere for her. Did she – is she somewhere else? Or is she just invisible?
He gasps, though, as that terrible tug pulls hard behind his belly button and he, too, vanishes into the air. He stumbles when his feet again find a steady surface beneath him, his head whipping up, looking for.
Anton finds Juniper instantly, of course. After all, there’s not much else around.
Because they’re on the f*****g roof – a flat black surface with only the flat black sky above them, the moons hanging heavy and mournful as they provide some light.
“Juniper!” Anton shouts, his temper slipping its lead for just a moment. Easy, his wolf cautions, but Anton just nods inwardly and takes control, s
