The touch of damp and frail grass beneath her feet prompted Arabella to open her eyes wide and behold… Witness the never-ending green topped hills in view.
The same high grounds she prayed and begged with all of her soul just to glimpse a lick of that paradise the previous night.
Instinctively, her hands flew to her still sore throat only to directly connect with her bare skin as no obstacles, no metal collar stood in the way.
Emeric had been right. As a living being, her body arrived in limbo in the same condition it held in reality.
Speaking of Emeric… Where was he?
His comfort, his warmth was so needed. Just a hint of that soothing perfume that emanated from his jacket would have sufficed. Truly, the young woman wasn't asking for much, was she?
However, no matter where she looked around herself, no sign of him was to be seen.
