Nathan blinked several times, forcing his eyes to adjust to the soft glow of the candles. For a second he wondered if he had dozed off so deeply that he had slipped into one of those strangely vivid dreams he had a lot.
But no.
The sight before him was unmistakably real.
Freja and Elin stood in the doorway, frozen like two statues caught between courage and hesitation. Their silhouettes flickered gently with each tremor of candlelight.
