Chapter 15Dakota was behind her, arms over her shoulders. Felicity felt the softer parts of her body, the breasts and stomach and hips like a second skin against her own that she did not want to slough off. Felicity’s gaze blurred. The golden sand in front of her became copper, became bronze. The texture was slick, muddy.
“We’re stuck,” Dakota said. “But it’s not quicksand. We’re too high up.”
Dakota was riding behind Felicity on the gold horse. The horse wasn’t like a living, breathing animal. It was mechanical, a stone object that seemed to slide along the crests of the sand but was now becoming more and more immobile as they went. Grey clouds in the sky shifted to a mottled purple with the sunlight. The sun was heading down, a sunset turning the sky slate grey. It was raining all arou
