Page 227 of Dream On, Liar

Epilogue

Maeve

I KNEW SOMETHING WAS different the moment he told me to close my eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Tough. It’s the only one you’re getting.” I laughed, but I still let him tie the blindfold around my eyes. The fabric settled softly against my skin, shutting out the last of the afternoon light.

“Can you see?”

“No.”

“You’re sure?”

“Unless you’ve somehow become transparent, yes.”

His laugh came from somewhere close beside me. “Good.”

I felt his arms wrap around me as he held my hand.

“Now trust me.”

I squeezed his fingers. “That’s a dangerous thing to ask of me right now.”

“I know, chaos.”

The front door opened, and a cool rush of air brushed against my face. I heard the faint echo of footsteps beneath us as he guided me forward.

“Step up.”

I lifted my foot cautiously.

“Up where?”

“Just trust me.”

“I hate when you say that.”

“You’ll survive.”

I stepped up, and he steadied me immediately, his hand tightening around mine as we crossed the threshold.

Something about the space felt different. The air was warmer. Quieter. There was the faintest scent of fresh paint and something woody beneath it, unfamiliar but comforting.

“Are we inside?”

“No, I thought I’d brought you to the roof.”

I smiled.

“You’re very funny.”

“I’ve been told.”