My fingers were cold, but the moment they settled in Torian’s gloved palm, a profound sense of rightness settled over us. It wasn’t just the physical contact, it was the magnetic pull of the Temporal Key recognizing the magic that had traveled between realms to reach it. His fingers curled around mine and I felt a swirl of fear and desolate hope.
“Torian,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pop song that pulsated from the DJ booth in the corner.
“It is me, Anya,” he confirmed, pulling me closer. His words were nearly swallowed by the noise, and I felt as if my chest was going to break apart. “Did you think I would not come to find you?”
“I wasn’t sure,” I admitted, my eyes stinging as tears threatened to fall. “I saw Morwyn, and I saw the way that you moved, but…” I paused,
