Grigori’s eyes were back to blue, a pure, unfaceted color that glowed like a lake reflecting the summer sky. Madelyn stared into the blue depths and her limbs became too heavy to move.
“That’s it, little one, let go,” Grigori breathed, never taking his eyes off her. The hand around her mouth disappeared and yet she didn’t scream or cry out. She was lost in his mesmerizing gaze.
“Let your mind go . . .” Grigori’s voice wrapped around her, and she suddenly was falling through space and time. As her eyes closed she saw a distant horizon, a memory so old she never knew she had it . . .
The grass was as soft as velvet as she toddled over toward her parents. They were sitting beneath a tall redwood tree. Her father had his back to the tree with his legs spread so her mother could lay back aga
