The ominous feeling had barely surfaced in Ethan's mind when he instinctively raised a hand.
"Don't—"
But before he could act, a streak of golden light swept past.
Astrid was suddenly there, draped around his neck, swinging lightly like a pendulum. She was small, almost delicate, with a face that still carried the glow of youth. Her golden hair fell in long waves that brushed his waist, catching the light with every sway.
For a heartbeat, Ethan felt her softness press against his chest, and his heart betrayed him with a brief flutter—immediately replaced by dread.
Oh no...
He shifted his gaze, bracing himself for the inevitable.
