"C— cliff?" she said, confused. How could she not sense that there was a cliff in front of her? She had strong vision. Once again, she strained her eyes but she couldn't see any cliff. She became sharply aware of his nearness.
"Look," Rolfe whispered and waved his hand in front of them. The ice crystals on the pine trees started glowing. The whole place got lit up brilliantly and Iona saw how the land curved and molded into a round over the edge. It faded down so gently that she would have never comprehended a steep fall over it.
She gasped. A shaky breath left her and she stuttered, "I— I didn't, I couldn't—."
He released her gently and she turned to thank him. And what a startling sight he was—healthy and tall and virile demon in his prime. With all those complex muscles he looked barbaric, but so beautiful. "Thank you," she said in a very low voice that was a little louder than a whisper. She wondered if every woman became hyper aware in his presence.
