EMBER’S POV
The path is narrow, tucked away from the main flow of guests, designed for staff to move unseen.
My heart races from the dance floor, from the decision I’ve made to leave with him, from the understanding that I’m walking toward something I don’t fully comprehend.
He opens a door. I step through.
And forget how to breathe.
The observatory is a glass-domed room at the top of one of the resort’s towers. The ceiling is entirely transparent, showcasing the vast Alaskan sky in its entirety.
And tonight, the Northern Lights are dancing.
I’ve seen photographs. Watched videos. Read descriptions that tried to capture the phenomenon in words. None of it prepared me for this.
Ribbons of green and purple and blue ripple across the darkness like the sky itself is breathing.
The colo
