Elene sucked in a sharp breath.
To her surprise, she found herself standing on the beach next to Forrest’s packhouse, the serene sea before her, glimmering in hues of blue, pink and purple, letting her know that all of this was most likely yet another illusion. It was too bright, too beautiful. Way better than in real life.
“Elene, what happened?" Ivar appeared next to her, and she noticed worry lines etched on his handsome face as he studied her. Only now did she realise that she wasn’t in a pretty dress this time. Instead, she wore the battle suit provided for her in the West, with protective leather pads over her arms, shoulders, and legs.
“I am fine," she muttered, trying to figure out if it was really Ivar or if Xorion was playing with her mind again.
“Is that blood?" Her friend l
