Two worlds three hundreds years apart…
MOAB WILLIAMS
In all my years, I thought I’d seen everything—but that dark, winding road proved me wrong. When I rounded the bend, a woman stood in the middle of the road, sending my bike into an embankment and leaving me sprawled out on the asphalt. Our eyes locked for an instant before she rushed back toward the woods, pausing only a second before she ignored my call to stop. I followed, but she was gone without a trace. What was she doing out here in the middle of the night—and where the hell did she go?
SCARLETT MILLER
The strange road in front of me made me hesitate at the treeline before I attempted to cross it. I’d only made it halfway when I heard a loud rumble approaching and froze as a bright light from an even stranger machine came speeding around the bend. The machine veered off the road but left a man sprawled on the ground in front of me. When he looked up, his intense gaze pierced my soul in a way I couldn’t explain—but I also couldn’t stay. The punishment for being here and breaking the rules was too high, so I ran. I ran, knowing that if he ever came back looking for me, I’d never go back to the past.
