Chapter Eight
I’d walked hand in hand with Zane for hundreds of years, thousands. He’d touched me in more intimate ways than hand to hand. But now, in this moment, every rub of the pad of his thumb sent a thrill of warmth through me. Every catch of his fingernail made my breath catch.
It was uncanny how it felt like we were strolling around on a warm summer’s day. But that wasn’t the sky I tilted my face up toward. It was the molten metal of the Earth’s core.
It streamed down the face of tall, mountain-like structures. The lava flow was like a light show with strobing reds and oranges. Golden sparks snapped into the air like sparklers. We should’ve been vaporized, but I felt like I was on the boardwalk at an oceanside resort.
“You haven’t told me about how it went with your father,” Za
