I opened my eyes in a strange place.
Everything was blue, or rather light grey, sometimes white. The wind was blowing abnormally, in violent and freezing gusts.
I saw black waves coming and going up and down. I tried to focus and managed to make out a huge wing, then another, a half-naked body, a backpack carried on my stomach and a face. His. Ewan was flying so high that I saw nothing but the wispy clouds and the lit sky getting darker and darker. Dusk was about to fall.
His blond hair was blown back and the skin on his cheeks undulated. He had to be flying at an extraordinary speed.
For the second time, I managed to connect with him despite myself. I mustn’t let the thread break. The information I get from this could be crucial. Where was he going? Was he with Pitt?
I tried to conce
