Shivers wracked her body, clenching muscles, churning her insides, pounding in her brain. But none of that compared to the eviscerating shock that sliced through her as she grappled with the three unbelievable truths that met her eyes.One, she was back in the cavern, back where her nightmare had begun on the Isle of Fennore. Only, if Áedán could be believed, decades had passed—or been lost. If it was 1956, then Meaghan had regained consciousness over thirty years before she’d even been born.Impossible. And yet, impossible had become her new normal, hadn’t it?She shook her head, moving to the second in her list of unbeliev-ables. In the chaos of their escape from the nightmare world where they’d met, somehow Áedán and Meaghan had landed here together. How, she didn’t know. Why, she couldn’t guess. But it felt preordained in a way that filled her with foreboding. Áedán was six feet plus of muscle and man, but Meaghan wasn’t foolish enough to think him just a man. There was something otherworldly about Áedán.
