Her Sunday school teacher had once told her there was no hunger in heaven, so Everly knew she hadn’t keeled over just yet. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was exposed rafter beams above her. She was in a small cabin and stretched across the only couch in the living room. A stone fireplace nestled crackling flames, which seemed to be the only light in the place besides a lantern that sat on a small dining room table. It illuminated a plate of steaming food. She sat up and pushed the green and blue plaid blanket Brighton must’ve covered her with off her lap. Movement in the shadows by the fireplace drew her gaze. Brighton stood from a crouching position. She could only make out his outline and his eyes, which were reflecting strangely in the soft glow from the hearth. Silently, he approached, then offered an oversize, calloused hand. It felt dangerous to touch him with his eyes all bright like that. He kicked up something about her instincts she’d never felt before.
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