Leila ran her hand along the fence winding through the overgrown heather. Despite its unkempt appearance the grove had a rustic peace. Wondering why Ian had brought her to such an unusual place, she retraced her path backed to a westward gazing Ian.
“Do you believe in fairies?” Ian continued his persistent gaze toward the sun’s surrender to twilight’s shadows.
This was not the question Leila had been hoping for, but she repressed her dismay and lightly answered with a shrug, “I guess; how else would one get to Neverland?”
“Seriously,” Ian turned to her with darkness in his eyes.
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