Without question or pause, Giselle leaned into Logan's comforting presence. He'd been an anchor for her ever since she'd unexpectedly left Andalasia, and this moment was no exception.
Slowly, she pulled herself up to her feet. She was just an inch or two shorter than Logan, but he had such a solid, strong presence that she always felt dwarfed around him. Today - tonight, rather, for it was very dark in this strange place - she tucked herself very close against his side and whispered, "What is this place?"
She'd never in her life seen such buildings or such roads.