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anything forged and
magical." Every word flowed from her lips like liquid metal, molten
and scorching. She didn't sound like she was bragging because it
sounded like she was speaking from a script she had practiced for
the majority of her life.
    Solomon looked at me with intense anguish in
his eyes. It was clear that he was frightened that he wasn't going
to be by my side in the future. He wasn't sure if he was alive or
dead, and there was no way to ask Cora about it. He couldn't ask
her without expecting her to break her vow not to reveal anything
that would cause an issue in the future.
    "I am the answer."

5
    What happens to you when you blackout? Well, when it happens to me I travel. No, it's not the
kind of 'pack your bags—you're going on an amazing adventure' kind
of travel. It's the kind where you are chased by demons, meet the
men you're going to love and lose, and possibly even change the
future. It's the kind of travel where you have to watch out for
that pesky cockroach you aren't supposed to step on because then the evolutionary ladder would be completely
screwed. Yeah, that kind of travel. My life sucks big
time! I never get a BREAK!
    I shook my head as I cussed underneath my
breath. "This week of mine is one crazy, chaotic mess and I would
like to get off now... please! "
    My voice echoed into the mist surrounding
me, dropping in the heaviness of the quiet and finally succumbing
to the death that all of my other calls for help had met with. I
circled around on the same spot that I had been occupying for the
past three hours. My legs should have been tired from the standing
but, strangely enough, it was as comfortable as sitting down. Guess my butt won't get any bigger from all of this standing.
Stay here for the rest of my life and never have to worry about a
thigh master again. Tempting.
    Sighing, I began to look upwards from my
desolate spot. There was nothing above, behind, before, or beneath
me—it was as if I was surrounded by clouds, but clouds would have
never been able to support my weight. So where AM I?
    I attempted to walk for the hundredth time
but felt my legs pull at me like they were weighted down with 200
pound weights on each foot. I grunted as I grabbed my right leg and
attempted to drag it forward. Nothing happened.
    "You know, I always gave you more credit for
being creative, girl. It's a shame that you are acting like such a
fool right now," a deep male voice sank in the chilly mist, drawing
my attention away from my internal thoughts of frustration.
    My head turned to the side and an icy
claw-like rawness began to crawl up my spine as I registered the
beginnings of a shape...an extremely male shape, growing and
forming right before my eyes.
    Expelling a ragged breath, my eyes watched
in alarm as the colossal body formed with firm muscular legs and
feet encased in Roman style sandals. He was wearing a
Scottish-style kilt in blues and greens, he had an eight pack
stomach of washboard abs, monstrous pythons for biceps, and a neck
as wide as a basketball on top of shoulders that could hold the
entire first string of the basketball team and still have room for
more.
    Gulp! His long, wavy rich brown hair
seemed to be peeking out at me from behind his shoulders, swirling
lightly with the breeze. It was odd because I couldn't feel a
breeze heavy enough to actually do to his hair what I was
honestly seeing. It was undulating in waves...like the actual
ocean. Double gulp!
    Usually, by now, I would be gasping for air
and thinking about how hot this guy was, but he didn't instill
hormonal fits in me. He actually instilled instant fear, and my
desire to see his face was extinguished by my internal desire to
actually keep my face right where it was. Looking at this
man felt dangerous for some reason. Every instinct I had told me not to look, but like those dummies escaping Hades, you just
had to see what all of the fuss was about.
    My eyes darted up to catch two enormous orbs
of deep blue-green