It had taken some long, exhausting hours, and lots of magic, to convince my friend that neither of us were crazy, but eventually, she had come around, and once she had, she’d forgiven me for the secrets that I’d kept. In fact, for the first time, Chloe had said that she was honestly excited to read a paranormal story, wanting all the details that would emerge when I wrote mine.
I had been writing too. The entire plot lived out already, the thing more than wrote itself. There were times that the memories, some horrible, were too fresh and hard to write, but I was managing, and already had several chapters done. That my life had played out like fiction now amused me. I saw the blessing, daily, which had come from the trials, and I knew that I would sacrifice it all again to be where I was now. I, of course, wished so many lives had not been lost, but I had also begun to see that it wasn’t my fault. Daniel would have to shoulder the blame for all of it.
Lex stirred beside me, pulling my body into his tighter as he woke up.
“This is like a dream, to be here, naked with you, alone on this beach. How many people get moments like this?” he asked, then began nibbling on my ear.
“Only ones in books as far as I know,” I said, giggling when his butterfly kisses tickled. “Only those in books and us, my love.”