Maisie
Soren's hand slid under the slit of the green evening dress I'd chosen and he traced teasing lines along the skin of my thigh. "Old myths say that the Ridge is one of the places where the veil between worlds run thin."
He pointed at the highest point, which was a cliff so high, I knew not even a Lycan could survive the drop if they fell. It was like falling from the sky. "That point to be exact. They called it a gateway to the world of the gods. The humans believed climbing to that exact spot and making a wish could get whatever gods they serve to bestow it upon you."
My eyes got drawn back to that cliff, even as it disappeared in the distance, and for some reason, goosebumps erupted across my skin. "And did they? Get their wishes granted?"
