{Lisa's POV}

The breeze was cooler up here, laced with the scent of salt and that strange smell of ancient trees.

I stood on the edge of a cliff, barefoot, watching the ocean crash against the jagged rocks below. It wasn’t violent. The water rolled and curled like some living, breathing thing, exhaling mist into the blue sky.

Behind me was a large stretch of land that looked like it had been stolen out of a medieval movie. Complete with castles, stone cottages, warm flickering lamps, and so much more.

All of it stretched out under the glowing orb of a fat, silver moon.

It felt like a painting. No....