Deen was right about the direction we should go in. Not more than a mile further on, the air began to shimmer in front of the rocky face of a large hill.
“That’s not from the heat.” I pulled Nicky up beside me and gestured toward it.
“What do you make of it?”
“I don’t—”
Abruptly, the shimmer vanished as what seemed to be a doorway opened in the side of the hill and a man dressed in white appeared. He was too tall to be Deen’s father.
“I bid you welcome, visitors from the past.”
“How did he know that?” Ed scowled.
“I told my sire,” Deen said. “Shouldn’t I have?”
“It’s fine.” Nick rested a hand on his shoulder, and the boy leaned against him.
I could see my lover liked the feel of Deen’s weight against his side. Nick had been good with my twins, although they were only a few years y
