Chapter 11: Day 17Jason woke up holding Colby Kent in the smoky grey and indigo satin light of near-morning, and for a moment believed the world was a dream.
Not real. Couldn’t be. That wasn’t Colby’s wayward dark hair tickling Jason’s chin, or Colby’s toes stuck under Jason’s ankle. Would real-life Colby Kent step out of movie-star fame and out from behind hard-won castle walls, and lie here naked and trusting and warm in Jason’s arms?
Jason tried not to stir even an atom. No disturbing the dream, the dawn, the enchantment. The sheet draped lazily across both their hips, and didn’t stir either.
He pictured the night again; he’d never not picture that night for the rest of his life. Colby, brittle and brave as a crystal soldier, sliding shirt-buttons through graceful fingers. Coming to
