Chapter 35
Alistair gasped for air, pulling her face away from the book in her lap as if she’d just narrowly saved herself from drowning. The breeze on the path chilled her sweat-sheened skin.
There was more in the book, but Alistair couldn’t bear to keep reading. It wasn’t just a book. Those weren’t just words on the pages. The moment Alistair began to read them, her senses slipped into Ilya’s lost memories. The deeper she went, the further into the story, the harder she’d found it was to pull away.
Ilya was gone. At some point, she’d left Alistair alone on the path, but Alistair could still feel her.
The light was still hovering somewhere between morning and midday. Alistair had no idea how long she’d been reading, how long she’d been lost in the book, but the light here meant nothin
