Chapter27: Not a Dream

*Bexley* The hazel eyes I see every night in my dreams are staring up at me, wide and hopeful, waiting patiently for me to respond to his question. A simple question. The most important question I’ll ever be asked in my life. This is not a dream. This is reality.  This is the real world—where people can turn into wolves, people can discover they have magical powers and use them for good, and people can come back from the dead—or like dead. It’s a world where an ordinary girl like me can reluctantly move to a different kingdom only to discover she’s been summoned to an enchanted castle to break a spell—and fall in love. I’m struggling to answer Canaan’s question not because I don’t know the answer but because I’m crying so much. The only thing that could possibly make this moment more special would be if my mother were here.  She’s not, though, and I can hardly wait to give him an answer, so rather than speaking, I nod my head fervently. “Is that a yes?” he asks. “That’s a yes!” Ellison