Daciana’s Point of View
I knew where we were the moment the car stopped moving. Even before I looked up, my chest constricted as a familiar sense of nostalgia crept through me, uninvited and unwanted. The hideout.
It was *our* place. Hidden away from the rest of the world and where we had been free to dream, to love, to pretend that nothing could touch us. Years had passed since i had last been there, but the memories flowed into the air as if no time had passed at all. It was the place where everything had started and where everything had shattered.
Alexander came out of the car and came around to my side. I stiffened as he opened the door and my gaze darted to his face, searching for an answer. His expression was unreadable but his eyes, dark and determined, pinned me in place.
