C9 Chapter 9

“Easy, it’s me,” Mirk whispers as I let out a screech.

His hands are on my wrist and our bodies are inches away as I stare at the myriad of stars above in amazement. For three seconds, I wonder if I’m back on Earth, but that question fades when I see the two moons riding the night sky.

We’re standing in a field of flowers surrounded by slender stands of white birch trees