"I am also," Bertie said, leaning his cheek against the top of her head. He hadn't been sure that he would. He had talked to Hannah about the supernatural, chattered that this was definitely the work of gods or maybe fairies, but none of that had calmed him down at all. And then Ceana had left, and things had seemed frightfully bleak.
"We should go down the to coast tomorrow," Bertie said. "Unless you're tired of the ocean."