Cillian traded a single gold coin for a bag of apples, smiling at the man who manned the little shop as I approached him. He turned and I froze, captured in his gaze. We said nothing for a long time.
His smile warmed and he offered an apple to me.
“Would you like one?”
I looked down at it. It was shiny and orange and red. I didn’t know if it was the same type of apple that I liked, but it looked similar enough. I took it slowly and shivered as our fingers brushed. A jolt of electricity zipped up my arm.
“A pleasure to meet you, Hedy,” he said and inclined his head. “My name is Cillian Hargrave, Duke of the Western Mountains.”
I blinked. “Mountains...?”
He smiled and stepped closer. He turned me gentle and pointed into the distance where I could just barely see the faintest outline
