GRACE POV
I knew I was dreaming.
Or losing my mind.
Honestly, at that point, either option felt equally plausible.
One second I was wrapped in Connor’s arms, warm and sore and exhausted in the most delicious way…
and the next, I was barefoot, walking through a forest drenched in pink mist.
Pink.
Actual pink. Like cotton-candy fog had swallowed the world whole.
I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering even though the air wasn’t cold. It felt… charged. Strange. Too quiet, except—
Someone was singing.
A woman.
A soft, lilting melody that curled between the trees like smoke.
It tugged at me, gentle and persistent, pulling me forward even as every cell in my brain screamed:
‘Don’t follow the creepy voice in the magical pink fog, Grace.’
But my feet kept moving.
Perfect. Amazing
