Instead, she wobbled slightly on stone-covered grass. The air smelled of the sea. Before her, cliffs rose, their walls blindingly white in the hot sun. The sky was as blue as Kyle’s eyes, and the ocean matched it. But Kyle wasn’t anywhere around, and neither was John Little or Little John or whatever he was called. Instead, Robin Hood stood beside her, watching her with a bemused expression on his face. He looked out of place here, in that beautiful suit, with his brown hair and his pale, pale skin. His eyes twinkled, though. She’d never seen his eyes twinkle. That made him seem almost human. The first time she’d met him, he’d looked like a fantasy man. This afternoon, he’d been a nightmare. And now his eyes were twinkling—on this rock-strewn hillside, with an ocean pounding hundreds of feet below. “What’s going on?” she asked. She’d been asking that too much in the last few days. “Do you like ouzo?” he asked. “What?” “Or don’t you drink?” She shook her head.
