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One moment we were in Assjacket, West Virginia.
The next, we were in…
“Welcome to Paris, Sarah,” Alicia said as she spun happily around in a circle, her arms stretched out at her sides.
I looked up with shock to see the Eiffel Tower a hundred yards in front of me. If I’d been clinging to denial about what just happened, I would be dealing with a very slippery slope.
We were in Paris.
As in France.
As in Europe.
As in four thousand miles away from where I’d been standing mere moments ago.
“You poofed us,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Transported,” Alicia corrected with a laugh. “Are you shocked?”
“That’s definitely a word,” I managed. “One word of many to describe how I’m feeling right now.”
“You know, they say all you need to do is believe something is possible in order to make it real. That’s the law of attraction. You and I may be the first vampires to ever magically transport like this without the direct presence of a witch or warlock, all thanks to this” She tapped her locket and turned her radiant smile toward me, which then wavered a little. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”
“No, no,” I managed, as I tried to prevent myself from passing out completely. “Not me. I’m fine. This sort of thing—totally normal. Not freaking out at all.”
“Take a moment and soak in the scenery,” she advised. “This is where I’m from, originally. I mean, it’s changed quite a bit over the last century. But it still feels like home.”
Scenery, right. I needed to mentally photograph everything that was happening to me right now so I could remember the details when I got back to Thierry.
But all I could really do was stare at the Eiffel Tower, something I’d only ever seen in photos and paintings. We were surrounded by tons of tourists who were taking selfies while speaking dozens of different languages.
“Come on, Sarah,” Alicia hooked her arm through mine. “Damon won’t be expecting me yet, so we have time for a coffee at my absolute favorite café in the whole world.”
She led me through a lush park and along the side of a wide, sparkling river populated with boats and arched, stone bridges…
Oh, my God. It was the Seine River.
Because of course it was.
I was in freaking Paris.
It had always been a dream of mine to come here, but one that had been pushed far down on the list recently due to a laundry list of other obligations. Thierry’s job had taken us all over the United States, and my home was in Canada, so North America, and a couple trips to Mexico, was as far as I’d ventured so far.
Paris.
One thing I knew about Paris was that Thierry had spent a great deal of time here in his many years of existence. He was originally from a small village a hundred miles south of the City of Lights.
“Is this where you met Thierry?” I asked, grappling for anything to talk about that might solidify the fact that this was my current reality.
Alicia raised a brow. “It is, actually.”
“How long ago?”
“It was just after I was sired during the Exposition Universelle of 1900.” We reached a café. Alicia selected a small outdoor table and ordered us something in French from the waiter before she continued. “I worked at the Moulin Rouge.”
“Wait, you worked at the Moulin Rouge? The Moulin Rouge?”
