Ten
Gray
It felt like someone had pulled the plug on my soul, and now I was being sucked down into oblivion, crushed by the weight of too much gravity as I spun and swirled and vanished down some ancient cosmic drain.
But just when I feared my bones would be pulverized, the spinning stopped, and I was breathing again, gulping down the precious air I’d been deprived of. I was alive.
And I was back on the material plane.
When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself resting on cloud-fluffy bedding, gazing up at a pristine white ceiling fitted with a stainless-steel fan that gently stirred the air. I’d been bathed and dressed in soft stretch pants and a loose gray hoodie that smelled like… like Ronan.
Like home.
God, how I wanted to close my eyes and sink back into that dream—the one w
