NOLA
"Rhett?" I screamed, my voice cracking in the hollow expanse.
"I’m here, Nola. I’ve got you."
His voice was a low, jagged rasp that grounded me instantly. I felt his massive, warm hand catch my waist, pulling me hard against his chest. I could feel the frantic thrum of his heart through his shirt, a rhythmic counterpoint to the chaotic static buzzing in my own veins. The magnetic pull that had been a constant hum for weeks was now a screaming siren, a physical force that made every inch of my skin feel raw and oversensitive.
"Where are we?" I whispered, clutching his forearms. "The manor, the bedroom, my father... it all just vanished."
"We are in the Between, little Bridge," a voice drifted toward us, ethereal and mocking.
I looked up and saw her again. The woman with the starl
