"You can help me?" Elene furrowed her brows, unsure what her friend meant. "But how?"
"If Morgan falls asleep, we will find her," Ivar promised. "It usually takes me time, but you two— you have a special connection. Her soul will definitely seek yours out."
It seemed too good to be true, yet hope immediately sparked within Elene's heart.
"Tell me what to do," she asked, taking his hand.
Ivar sighed, taking her second hand in his.
"Fine." His serene voice washed over Elene like the gentle tide lapping at the shore. "Close your eyes, El. Feel the grains of sand beneath your feet, the salt on your skin, the breeze in your hair, but remember that this beach— is a construct of our minds, a shared illusion. It feels real as long as you want it to be real, but this realm is so much more than
