Travelling through the black fog felt like stepping into a rain shower, but emerging fully dry. It was cold and windy there, quite the opposite of what it felt like with Wyatt. When I grabbed his hand, the air was sucked out of the room. My lungs felt like they were shrivelling up under the lack of oxygen and the only constant was Wyatt's cold hand in mine.
And then the air was roughly knocked back into me, and his hand disappeared.
We were in a completely different room, on a completely different day. The sky was dark above us, I could faintly see the moon poking through the shifting clouds. Shadows were dancing at my feet, but the moonlight was not our only source of light here. There were torches on the wall next to us, every few feet a flame was blowing along in the wind, sending e
