Chapter Thirteen
I was flying. My hands were outstretched. My bare feet were off the ground. I felt the wind brush across my earlobes. The sea air tickled my nostrils. It was exhilarating. I threw my head back and laughed with the joy of it.
But I lost my balance in the air. I teetered on the wind and reached out for purchase. I found it before me, holding me aloft. It was two broad shoulders attached to the hands that held me in the air. The hands brought me back down to earth. They folded me into strong arms, stronger than an impenetrable mountain.
A face came into view. Dark eyes full of warmth shone brightly. A voice as deep as the ocean, as soft as the crashing waves, whispered in my ear.
“Theta,” it whispered. “Did you think I’d let you fall?”
Tilting my head up, I saw the top o
