Chapter Twelve
I was afraid to sleep at night, afraid I’d see Dash’s scowling face or hear his last words to me, or slipping back into the 1920’s, I’d find he was not a lover at all but that vicious scoundrel of the woods.
“Are all hearts so black?” I asked Ravel, when he held me.
“I have no clue. These are all illusions aren’t they?”
“They seem so real.”
He was infinitely kind, his hand soothing my face as he stroked it. I made him find a chain to wrap about my neck while we slept. I wanted to feel it real, to remember what I felt in those moments as the Lily on the tree. It was more of a nightmare than any of my other strange excursions beyond time. More real, more earth-shattering. As I wore the chain I got used to its confinement and that was a comfort. I knew, however, th
