Delaney felt the steady heat of Vincent's hand in hers and that was the only thing convincing her they weren't in some kind of dream.
The dots of light pulled them forward into the clearing, passing through the ring of glowing lights swirling in a circle around the edge of the clearing. Standing in the center of the ring, the lights that had been pulling on her skirt flew back to join their brethren.
Vincent's breaths were still coming quickly as his eyes flashed around them, looking for a threat. He was so tense Delaney thought he might snap like a band. One hand hovered over the dagger on his thigh.
Looking out at the lights, Delaney had no idea what type of threat he could even look for. How could one fight a flash of light?
