Dawn painted the overlook in shades of gold, but Samantha barely noticed the beauty. Her mind raced with possibilities, with plans, with the dangerous game she was about to play. After Celeste's visit, everything had shifted - the stakes higher, the risks greater.
She chose this spot deliberately. Here, where Callum had first kissed her in that dream-that-wasn't-a-dream. Here, where reality seemed thinnest between worlds. Here, where she would turn his own game against him.
His presence sent ripples through the air, bending light and shadow in ways that defied natural law.
"Who's playing?" She moved her hand to touch his face but she stopped midway.
"Interesting strategy," Callum murmured, his violet eyes studying her face after. "But we both know you're not as willing as you pretend."
