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Chapter 8

Ilean forward to observe the empty front seat again as we speed down the highway. I’ve taken several rides in this thing so far but I’m still as nervous about it as the first time. Ari has stopped trying to convince me it’s safe and has resorted to simply chuckling at me in response.

I sit back in my seat and adjust the sleeves on my cardigan. “So, where’s the car going today?” I ask. “Vienna? Tokyo?”

“Cleveland,” Ari answers.

“Well, that’s an odd way to impress a lady.”

He smiles. “Last night was for making an impression. Today, we go a little deeper.”

“Because when I think deep, I think Cleveland.”

Ari laughs. “It’s nice to see you’ve regained your sense of humor.”

I look out the window. “Well, if I can say anything about this experience so far, it’s oddly humbling.”

He breathes out. “Strange.”

“What is?”

“That being wooed by a god makes you feel insignificant.”

My cheeks blush and I force myself to keep looking forward. “So, what’s in Cleveland?” I ask.

“Not in,” he replies. “Above.”

The car turns off the highway and I shift on my seat as soon as I see the runway.

“Don’t be scared, Tannis,” he says. “You’re with me.”

We come to a stop outside of a small, gray hangar. Ari steps out of the car and I grip the seat beneath me. A rush of unease fills my gut as he extends his hand to me.

Above?

Like... above the ground?

Fuck.

Ari stands still, his hand never showing a twitch of impatience.

Don’t be scared, Tannis.

You’re with me.

He is a god, after all. Statistically speaking, I’m probably the safest I could ever possibly be right now.

But solid ground has its perks.

I reach out and lay my hand in his. My skin tingles at his cold touch — though it’s not nearly as icy as it was before. He takes it with a soft grip and guides me out of the car. My knees tremble as I stand and Ari lays his other hand on my hip to hold me steady. His lips twitch with a tender smile as I look up into the dark pools of his eyes. The early afternoon sun pours down on us but his eyes seem just as dark as they were before...

In the dream.

“What’s wrong?” Ari asks.

I realize I’m holding my breath. “Nothing,” I say.

His hand lingers on my waist. “Did you want to talk about last night?” he asks.

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