"How cosy."
Something soft brushed against Oliver’s face. Half-conscious, he assumed he was dreaming, but the pitch-black surroundings made it hard to tell. The touch intrigued him, coaxing him out of the darkness. Slowly, he forced his eyes open.
The first thing he saw was a canopy of trees stretching out above him, their leaves rustling in the cool breeze. He inhaled deeply, feeling the crisp air fill his lungs. As he tried to push himself upright, his gaze landed on the same woman he’d glimpsed before passing out. She hadn’t changed—still wearing that flowing dress, still looking effortlessly graceful.
She was close. Too close.
Oliver barely had time to blink before she leaned in even further, her face mere inches from his. Instinctively, he shifted back, putting some space between
