Thirty Five
IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. It was even more beautiful and magical than it had been in her painting.
Morgan just stood staring at the stones before them, still some distance away. “Can you feel it? Can you feel the magic?” he asked, his voice quiet with awe.
And to Adriana’s amazement, she could. It practically hummed with magic. It was the oddest sensation she had ever experienced. A frission of excitement rolled through her.
Even though it was past nine in the evening, the sky was just turning a dusky rose. Purple clouds streaked across the horizon where the sun was slipping away. The power of the night was on the rise, growing stronger with each passing minute.
“This is it,” he said, looking around as they approached the outer circle of stones. He paused just outside.
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