Bab 19: Dancing In a Moonless Night

I nestled myself deeper into his embrace, relishing in the warmth and comfort of his sturdy chest as I climbed on top of him.

The determination on my face was reflected in his piercing silver eyes as I looked straight into them, my hands supporting my weight on either side of his body.

A sly smirk curled the corners of his lips, his penetrating gaze oozing with amusement. I gathered all my strength, taking a deep breath before finally voicing my question.

"What's happening to me?" I deserved to know.

I was ready to hear any explanation he could offer. Was I dying? Had I stumbled into a parallel universe where the Grim Reaper was no longer a creepy porcelain skeleton wielding a scythe and draped in black robes?

"I need you to be frank with me," I pressed, tired of trying to make sense of the inexplicable occurrences that had been plaguing me since I met him.