Lilia POV

Dane was taking way too long to come back.

Twenty minutes went by from the time he left. Then thirty. She understood that Dane wasn’t dealing with ordinary thieves.

She stood on the hill with Dane’s brothers prowling around the slope that led downward to a meadow filled with flowers. Beyond the meadow on the horizon, she could see a line of bilberry bushes, and she could smell the ripening berries. Perfectly ordinary ...