Flora’s P.O.V

“Clay…where are we going?”

“Shhh…no questions.” Clay’s breath fanned my cheek as he turned back to look at me. “You’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Really?” I held up my tied hands to what I assumed was in front of his face. “Because this looks like an abduction.”

Clay’s laugh was like a fresh burst of sunshine and I could hear birds chirping in the distance, as if they too were delighted by the sound.

“It’s not my fault ...