Chapter 6
July 1811, Derbyshire, England
Emilia let her breath out in a big whoosh and seriously considered kissing the wonderfully solid earth she was standing on. But since she’d probably get her gorgeous gown dirty, she decided against it.
Seb pried his hand free from her death grip and flexed it a couple of times to return the feeling. ‘What was with holding your breath?’
‘You promised no teasing!’
‘I did. I’m sorry,’ he said contritely. ‘You did a great job, by the way. We appear to be in England, at least.’
‘How can you tell?’ she asked dubiously.
‘Even though it’s the middle of summer, it’s not very warm,’ he joked. ‘I can kind of sense things about a place. It’s kind of vague, but it gives me a feel of where we are. You’ll be able to too if you concentrate.’
Emilia
