Having gotten over her disappointment regarding waking up from a fabricated dream, Solomon checked her phone. Lisa had sent the cat a couple of messages regarding the task, and it was going well from what she could tell. Solomon wrote back a simple message before starting the day. “Stay safe, Dear.”
She got up from bed and went to open the door to greet the facility with open arms. Upon leaving her room, she saw a familiar face: the little fennec fox, Rime. He smiled and waved her hello.
“Hey.” She rubbed one eye and attempted to look her best, which didn’t work as much as she would have liked. The brief encounter reminded her of something she wanted to ask: how come they don’t just heal his voice?
She decided right there and then that she would get some answers and turned on her radio. “Shaquia, do you have a minute?”
There was no response from the lynx for a few uncomfortably long seconds.
“What is it?” The voice of an irritated Shaquia came through. “If you have questions, come find me. Break room 5 on the sixth. Other people need this line too.”
The tone wasn’t very promising, but Solomon understood that the lynx’s night must have been quite bad. “Okay.” She replied and went to the lifts.
When she got into the only one that was on the fourth floor, she saw that the green lizard with orange markings, Dragon, wanted to use it as well. He opted not to do so when he saw that she was in and went to take the stairs instead. “Must be a really bad allergy.” With the company of no one but Genesis, who was rather amused by the lizard’s reaction, the lift took her to the sixth floor. When she exited, another lizard, carrying a stack of white sheets, got in.
Solomon hardly had to do any walking, as the fifth door from the lift was break room 5.
Pushing the door open, she was met with a cosy, well-lit room with bright beige walls, red couches, and great ventilation. The only person inside was Shaquia, smoking a cigarette. The bags under her eyes somehow looked even more pronounced than usual and her fur was rather scruffy.
“Hey…” Solomon began to say, frankly surprised by the lynx’s state. “So, how was the night?” She asked in an innocent tone.
Shaquia furrowed her brows. “Wonderful. Just wonderful, Solomon.” She glared at her. “If that’s all you wanted to ask, please just go back to sleep.”
Solomon was taken aback, Genesis apparently found the situation hilarious. “All that really got to her, huh…”
“Non, non, I’m just, uh… Not a good conversation starter.” She put her hands behind her back. “Anyway, I was reading The Ledger the other day and saw the mention of machines that use electricity. So Genesis and I were wondering… Did you edit it? He clearly didn’t write that.”
Shaquia took a long drag of the cigarette and blew out smoke to the side where it was sucked into the vents. “We didn’t.” She said concisely. “We don’t know who did that either. We’ve looked into it, but couldn’t find anything.” She scoffed.
Genesis was deeply disappointed by her answer. At the same time, he seemed a little eager.
“Well then…” Solomon sat down on one of the couches by the wall. “I was also thinking, why don’t you just heal Rime so he can talk?” Her companion felt a little upset by her priorities.
“Bright Ones can’t heal conditions, illnesses, or deformities that someone’s born with.” The lynx took another drag. “Section 14 on Bright Ones.”
Solomon vividly remembered skipping over that section specifically during her reading. “Right.” She put on a smile, which Shaquia saw right through by the way she looked. Solomon’s smile faded.
“Anything else?” The lynx asked. Solomon felt great anticipation from Genesis.
“About Genesis…” She cleared her throat. “I talked to him last night in my dream and-”
“You can do that?” Shaquia’s irritated expression became more curious and interested.
“I guess so.” Solomon shrugged. “Thing is, he’s kind of… Depressed?” She felt her fingers twitch along with Genesis’ curiosity, then lack of emotion.
“Uhm, elaborate?” Shaquia raised an eyebrow.
“Okay so… He’s forgetting.” The sentence sent a chill that wasn’t hers down her spine. “He’s lived through lots of lives and waited a hundred years between each. Basically, he’s afraid of what he’s forgotten and what he’ll forget. Do you think there’s a way you could keep a record of his memories? Maybe in another book like The Ledger?”
Shaquia didn’t say anything for a couple seconds. “I… Can’t say I expected a question like that.” She admitted. “I don’t usually consider the prospect of your death in that way.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Solomon blurted out, then relaxed. “Can you do it or not?”
“I won’t be here a hundred years from now, let alone a hundred years from your death. None of us will.” Shaquia said matter-of-factly. “Not one current member of The System will be here. Even the old man would be dead by then, longer life or not. We could keep an archive, but… Could he find us again?”
Solomon looked at her right hand. She felt that Genesis was unsure of that himself.
“Although, the least we could do is try.” Shaquia made a slight smile and looked directly past Solomon. “I didn’t know you had problems like that!”
“You’d be surprised.” The cat felt Genesis’ sorrow, but at the same time, gratitude.
“We’ll discuss the logistics of that once we have this whole Lightborn problem taken care of, okay?” The lynx said to Genesis. “And Solomon, here’s my recommendation. If you can really “talk to him” in your dreams, then actually just go and sleep. It saves us the trouble, you can find out more, and something tells me that he’ll be a little less depressed too.”
Genesis apparently agreed with that.
“So you just want me to go back to sleep?” She asked with a questioning look. “What about the meeting?”
“With how things are, we can be happy if we even have a meeting.” Shaquia shook her head. “We’ll just wake you up when we’re starting.”
“Right…” Solomon sighed. “I missed the trip with Lisa just to sleep?”
“Something on your mind too, Solomon?” The lynx asked.
“Oh, it’s just…” The cat looked from side to side, unsure of how to phrase it exactly. “I keep thinking about Lisa. The way she blew up at you like that and all. It’s not like her to do that, I don’t want her to feel… I don’t know, abandoned? Because of my duties here.”
Shaquia chuckled. “I worked for Ludwig for long enough to get used to it.” Her brief smile disappeared. “I think you’re looking too far into it. We all have bad days… God knows we do.” She muttered. ”Even if it is about that, well, we all have a side we’d rather hide.”
“You tell me…” Solomon remarked. “I haven’t figured out how I’ll explain Genesis to Lisa.”
“She still doesn’t know?” Shaquia’s eyes opened wide, bloodshot from the lack of sleep. “How long has it been since you found out?”
“I know!” She snapped, startling Genesis. “But… How do I even tell her? I thought I was ready, but then she blew up at you like that and now I’m just…”
“It’s not my place to tell you advice like this, but for the sake of my sanity, tell her.” Shaquia recommended. “It’s different, but my husband knows about my steam powers, and let me tell you, he loves our saunas!”
“Your power is a portable sauna, mine is acid and an ancient skeleton.” Solomon frowned. Genesis felt offended.
“I just said it was different!” Shaquia complained, then lowered her voice. “Either way, it’s… It’s messed up that she doesn’t know. How would you feel in that situation?” She took another drag of her cigarette.
“I get that, but I’m just…” Solomon paused. “So scared of how she’ll react now!” She then felt her fingers curl and her thumb sticking out, downwards, along with Genesis’ mild frustration. She was kind of surprised by that. “I’ll just talk to him about it. As much as he probably doesn’t like it, Lisa is a part of our lives.” She then felt the same thing happen to her other hand. “Alright, I get it!”
“Just go to sleep, Solomon.” Shaquia took one more drag, and that’s when Solomon noticed: the cigarette hasn’t gotten any smaller. In fact, it wasn’t even lit. She was about to point it out when the lynx spoke again. “It’s just steam.” She then breathed in and exhaled steam, without raising the cigarette to her mouth. “Trying to quit.”
“Alright, uhm, good luck?” Solomon smiled awkwardly and got up. “I’ll just… Go sleep, I guess. See you later!”
“Take care.” Shaquia waved with one hand as Solomon closed the door and walked back to the lift.
Waiting for it to arrive on the fourth floor, she felt slight frustration from Genesis. “Yeah, I could have phrased things better.” With that, he felt vindicated. If nothing else, she still sensed the lingering effects of the sulphur.
Solomon finally got back to her room and she could hardly believe the situation she was in, instructed to talk to a skeleton in her sleep. “Things have gotten so bizarre lately, but… C’est la vie.”
She stepped inside and lay down on her bed. She once again stretched out her arms to look at her markings. “Ready when you are.” With that, she closed her eyes.
When she awoke, Solomon found herself on the ground once again. To her delight, she could already hear the rushing, cascading water. She sat up in the ankle-high grass and the first thing she saw was the skeletal figure of Genesis standing a couple metres away from her with his arms crossed. Behind him was a forest similar to the last dream, coupled with the swirling, iridescent sky. Genesis then slowly walked around her, Solomon followed with her gaze until she could finally see it: a waterfall. Genesis made an exaggerated “ta-dah” gesture once he got in front of it.
“Whoa…” Solomon said in awe as she stood up, and saw that this waterfall was very different from the ones she’d seen in pictures and videos; it flowed half-up and half-down. The water fell down and continued in a river perpendicular to the waterfall itself, flowing to the left. Or at least, that was true for the left side of it. On the right side, the river flowed, then took a sharp turn, and seemingly fell upward to the top of the 30-metre waterfall. This formed a completely still part of water in the middle section of the river.
“Well that’s… trippy.” Solomon admitted. “But it’s beautiful.”
Genesis closed his eyes and looked quite proud. As proud as a mostly expressionless skeleton could, anyway.
“So…” Solomon took a few steps forward and sat down on a rock by the water. “Any ideas on how we could tell Lisa?”
Genesis opened his eyes, and rubbed his lower jawbone, thinking deeply. He then raised one finger and signalled with his acid. ”No.” That, Solomon didn’t find very promising. “I have told you, I prefer not to interfere with your private life. However, I could train you so you are not so helpless without me.”
“That doesn’t really help with Lisa… But I’ll take what I can get.” Solomon shrugged. “Teach me, o, master Genesis.”
“Please do not refer to me as such.” He informed her with a slight frown. “If you wish to receive training, then there is one problem.”
“Okay?” Solomon shifted in her rudimentary seat, it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as she would have liked. “Hey, if this is a dream, can’t you like-”
She was cut off by Genesis placing his hands against the sides of her face. She was startled, but she got the idea: he really wanted her to listen.
“To understand how to use my magic best, you must know a few things.” Solomon felt that he was dreadfully serious. “Things I am not willing to share with those other people.”
“Whoa, whoa, are you sure?” Solomon urged him to slow down.
“Are you?” He tilted his head slightly. “I am willing to put my trust in you, just as you did. Are you sure you can share the burden of keeping my secrets?”
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Solomon thought about it for a long moment. On one hand, she really wanted to know how to protect herself better, how to use this magic. On the other hand… She would need to lie about it to everyone, every time. Her life was already filled with lies, she wondered if she could take any more.
“You know what?” She began to say, having made up her mind. “I can. I’ve been dying to know anyway, what makes your magic work?”
“Do you think its shape is a coincidence?” He asked, shifting the acidic text between his hands.
“No.” She replied confidently.
“Correct.” He was pleased. “It is a spiral for a reason. Magic comes from nature, so I used the most natural shape I could find. Spirals are everywhere. Shells, plants, tornadoes, they all have the shape.”
Solomon briefly inspected her hands and traced one of the markings with a finger.
“Moreover, I chose the spiral for what it represents. Everything leads to one point, and in life, that is death.” Genesis lowered his head slightly. “It is quite ironic in my case, but even then, everything leads back here. No matter what path you take in life, the truth is that it does not matter. It all ends with death.”
“That’s kind of grim.” Solomon remarked. “A running theme with you, you know.”
“You need to instil that in your mind, Solomon.” Genesis went on, calm. “The shape, the meaning, the idea of a spiral. It is very different from other types of magic, and thus, you must get used to it. After all, I could not fully replicate how to use magic. It should be just as natural as moving your hands, but to make my magic work, you need to be more deliberate.”
“So that’s it?” Solomon raised an eyebrow. “That’s the secret? Spirals?”
“Try it. Focus on the idea. Close your eyes, if you must.”
Solomon nodded, and held out one hand. She let the acid collect in her hands, trying her hardest to focus on a spiral. To no effect. She closed her eyes, and imagined a spiral, the shape, what Genesis just told her. She tried to understand, to imprint the idea. She felt like she was making progress with it, but when she opened her eyes, she saw that nothing happened. Her acid was still inert and unmoving. She sighed in exasperation.
“It is only natural.” Genesis signalled to her, compassionate. “Try to hold it.”
Solomon was about to ask what he meant when he bent down and placed his hand against hers, he then formed the acid in it into the spiral shape. When he removed it, it went back to being a puddle.
“Oh!” Solomon finally understood, he wanted her to try and hold the shape using her power. “Okay, let’s try again.”
Try after try, Solomon failed to do as much as to keep the shape in her hand, every time Genesis wasn’t in contact with it, it fell apart. But she wouldn’t quit, she insisted that they try again, and again, and again.
After what must have been a couple dozen times, she looked through Genesis’ fingers and at the spiral in her palm, she breathed deeply and nodded. Genesis removed his hand, and it all ended the same. The acid flowed back to its natural state. However, this time felt different, she felt it, she felt that maybe, for just a fraction of a second, it held.
“Again!” Solomon demanded, and their palms met again. She focused on the shape, the idea of the spiral in her palm, that it too, will end, that she can do it… That she can help Genesis that same way he can help her.
Genesis removed his hand, and finally, the spiral shape held in her hand. Solomon was overjoyed, but right as her lips stretched to a smile, the spiral collapsed once more. She lowered her hands and head, and looked down at the ground in disappointment. She then felt a bony hand on her head. Genesis just petted her.
“I told you not to do that.” She frowned.
“It is a start.” Genesis informed her. “Keep it up, and we will see results.”
“If you say so.” Solomon shrugged, then got an idea. “You know what would be some great motivation? You could show me what I could do once I’m better!”
“I am not sure that would count as motivating.” Genesis informed her with concern.
“I’d still like to see.” She urged him with a smile. “Come on, just one fancy thing?”
“Fine.” Genesis relented and took a few steps back. He took some water from the strange river and converted it to acid, effortlessly holding it in the air as he was still in contact with it. Then, he put his arms apart, and the acid shot out to the sides. The ends of the two tendrils it formed curled up more and more, twisting around in the air multiple times until it resembled the outline of two hands with the spiral markings on them.
To say that Solomon was in awe would be an understatement, she stared with her jaw hanging, smiling all the way through the performance. Genesis then lowered his arms, and with it, the acid. It sank into the ground, where it became harmless black muck.
Solomon stood up and clapped. She could one day do that as well, and get better, she certainly wanted to.
“That was awesome, Genesis!” She exclaimed, to which Genesis responded with an extravagant, deep bow along with a sense of mischief. “Let’s get to it!” She grabbed his forearm bones and with a sense of surprise from him, dragged him back to the rock.
They trained for what felt like hours upon hours, Solomon had no idea how much time had actually passed in the real world, nor did she care. She just wanted better control over her power. At the end of their session, Solomon could hold the shape of the acid for up to five seconds, an achievement she already felt proud of.
When the acid collapsed in her palm for the last time, Solomon leaned back and fell from the rock, which hurt just a little more than she liked, dream or not.
“I believe it is time we stop.” Genesis remarked, undeniably entertained by her clumsiness.
“Yeah, I think you’re right…” She stood up, dusted herself off, and turned to look at the waterfall. She was impressed by just how well she could hold her attention on the shape of the spiral despite the admittedly gorgeous sight right by her. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a break.”
She felt Genesis’ confusion as she took off her sandals and walked to the still water. She dipped her toes, then foot in it, and found that the water was quite nice. A slight bit cool, but nothing she couldn’t get used to.
“Is the water safe?” She asked Genesis, just to be sure.
“Yes.” He replied.
“Génial!” She said with great delight. She then took off her dress and put it down on the rock, feeling Genesis’ fathomless awkwardness as he averted his eyes. “Oh come on, Genesis.” She stepped into the water, which became deep enough to reach up to her waist after just a few steps. “The water’s fine, come and relax!”
With one slightly open eye, he gestured no to her, his awkwardness unchanging.
Solomon scoffed. “You’re a skeleton and I have a girlfriend, I don’t want anything weird! I just want to hang out with a friend!” She explained as bluntly as she could, but Genesis was unwavering in his decision. “Whatever floats your boat.” She shrugged and submerged herself to the neck. The water felt nice on her fur, it was clear and free of any dirt, despite the waterfall. She leaned back and let herself float, closing her eyes as she did. She put her hands behind her head and let herself enjoy the moment, her tail swaying under the water.
After a good few minutes, she looked up and saw that her skeletal companion was sitting by a tree, looking into another direction. She really wanted to know why Genesis had such an aversion to even the thought of a partially naked body, but she decided not to push it. She turned around and looked at the waterfall again. If Genesis made this in her mind, she was certain he’d be the type of person to hide something behind it.
She waved to him, but he didn’t even seem to notice her. He wasn’t sad, or even awkward anymore, more neutral. With that, she began walking towards the waterfall, the closer she got, the deeper the water got. At the middle of the river, her short legs couldn’t reach the bottom, so she swam over to the other side.
Looking up at the cascading water, she closed her eyes and stepped forward into the waterfall. Despite the height from which it fell, the water felt like smooth rain on her back and in the alcove behind the waterfall, water was still falling. “Clever Genesis.” She kept on walking, the water softly hitting her back for about twenty metres. That’s when she opened her eyes to see if there was even anything in front of her, but her vision was blocked by the water. It was hardly deep enough to reach up to her ankles as she walked on on the remarkably smooth stone. She must have been deep inside the hill from which the water fell, and kept on going until she felt an incline in the ground. She carefully held herself, pushing her claws against the stone to make sure she’s stable. Surely, if Genesis went out of his way to make the tunnel, something had to be at the end of it.
She took one more step, and felt that the ground was nothing like before, it was immensely cold, and worse, smooth as ice. To her horror, she slipped.
She slid down and down in the tunnel behind the waterfall, unable to see due to the water, trying to stop herself with her claws, all in vain. Even with her claws painfully strained against the ice, she couldn’t slow herself down enough to stop.
The tunnel ended abruptly as she hit the ground, cold and soft. Shivering, she rubbed the water out of her eyes, and when she could finally see, she was met with the sight of a tundra. Dark snow clouds blocked the view of the sky, nothing but snow that seemed to stretch on endlessly and mountains of ice as far as the eye could see. In the distance, she saw four massive pillars of ice that reached up and above the clouds.
She didn’t linger for long, however, as the cold, tempestuous wind blew through her wet fur, she felt her teeth chattering. “Why the hell would Genesis make this?!”
Right then, she felt a sensation from Genesis: panic. That, or perhaps the weather, made her blood run cold, whatever had just happened to her, he didn’t intend for it.
She turned around and ran, straight into a wall of ice. She stumbled back and once again found herself in the snow, adding to the freezing pain. She looked up, and saw that the ice was jagged, as if falling water froze in mid-air.
It had to be a nightmare. It must have been because she strayed too far from Genesis… But it was all a dream. She closed her eyes and curled up, holding her arms close in a feeble attempt to preserve what little body heat she still had. She would wake any second, it would all be over, and the first thing she would do is to convince Shaquia to have another sauna with her, she would be warm again when she opened her eyes…
But it never happened. When her eyes shot open from the glacial shock coursing through her body, she was still in the tundra, in front of the wall with the cold wind’s relentless assault.
She slowly straightened up and punched against the ice, she could even see the slippery tunnel behind it. So tantalisingly close, yet she couldn’t break through. She bent her head backwards and screamed into the sky. “GENESIS!” She hoped, prayed that he would come save her in time, she peered into the ice once more, and saw her reflection. She stood there, wet and freezing, small icicles hanging from her whiskers and fur, ice starting to form at the end of her tail. She was there for less than a minute, and her condition was rapidly getting worse. She couldn’t wait for Genesis.
She placed her hand against the ice, finding it harder to straighten her fingers fully, and lit up her markings. Water and acid dripped down from the wall, which wasn’t melting nearly fast enough.
“Genesis!” She yelled once more, trying to melt the ice. She tried again and again, pressing her hands against the wall, feeling that they may just be getting deeper in. One more try… She pulled on her hands, only to find the frozen to the wall.
Her panic intensified as she tried her hardest to free her hands, eventually banging her head on the ice in one more desperate attempt to break it. The only thing that broke, was her will. She cried tears that froze before they even had the chance to hit the ground, and she slid down into the snow, her voice growing fainter. “Ge… ne... sis…” She had trouble even feeling his emotions, or even her hands and feet, from the cold. This couldn’t have been his doing, she was sure of that.
She knelt down, resigned to her fate, her end, Genesis’ end.
End…
This couldn’t have been her end.
If life was a spiral, she knew for sure that this wasn’t even the middle, let alone the end of it. She didn’t care how it happened, but she would get out of the tundra, she would get to the natural end of her life’s spiral, the innermost curve, the moment it stopped, and she wouldn’t let it be this moment.
Shivering and chattering, Solomon got up on her feet, and thought of this spiral of her life, the endless spiral of Genesis’ afterlife, spinning motion of an icy blizzard tornado that wouldn’t take her. She focused on it, and one more time, she powered up her magic, keeping focus on the ice which froze over her hands.
She then felt it, inside the ice, she could move her fingers! She wanted to be happy, overjoyed that she was making progress, something she couldn’t allow herself at that moment. She kept her mind on the idea, a spiral, her markings, Genesis; and she felt that her hands could move again. The water that made up the ice was turning to acid!
She kept it up, snuffing out any emotion, any thought that wasn’t related to a spiral, and when she opened her eyes, she saw her progress: a hole in the wall of ice, just big enough for her to fit through, the sides of which looked as if a drill had bored through it.
“Y…e…s…”
She gathered up her last remaining bit of strength and grasped the inner side of the wall, pulling herself through the hole. She fell through, and to the floor, where she collapsed against the slanted icy ground. She saw her breath in the cold air, her consciousness fading, despite her best efforts. Before she finally gave in, she heard a new sound that wasn’t the wind: bone against stone.
She closed her eyes and smiled weakly, putting her fate into the skeletal hand of Genesis. Before long, she felt such a hand grasp her arm, panicked, scared, and awkward. She then felt her body sliding once again, upward this time as Genesis climbed up the slope while pulling her. She had no idea how he was doing it, nor did she care, for she was saved.
She soon felt the comparatively scalding water hit down on her, Genesis adjusted her so that she wouldn’t drown. On the way back, perhaps due to the speed at which she was brought out, the tunnel felt much longer.
When she finally heard the sound of rushing water away from her, she knew that she was out. Dream or not, it felt all too real. Genesis brought her to the grassy clearing where they had trained, and there, she could finally sit up. She didn’t feel her hands, tail, ears, or just about any part of herself, but she was relieved. She curled up once more, putting her arms over her knees to try and warm up.
She looked to the side and saw Genesis gathering acid from the water. When he had a good amount of it wrapped around his bones, he brought it all forward and fashioned it into the shape of a sheet. He then rushed over to Solomon and put it over her, as if it was a blanket.
The warm acid felt sublime against her cold fur, she was pretty sure it even turned the ice on her into more of the green liquid. Genesis had to hold the acid blanket against her, which he apparently wasn’t too much of a fan of, but did it for her anyway to keep it all together.
“Thank… You…” She finally managed to say through her chattering teeth, which resulted in a warm feeling from Genesis, something she definitely needed.
She sat there with the skeletal feline standing above her, radiating that awkwardness nonetheless for a good few minutes. She didn’t say anything, more because of her chattering than anything, until she finally felt her extremities again. She let out a long sigh of relief, which Genesis found just as relieving.
“What… Was that?” She turned her head and asked.
Genesis shrugged his shoulders, confused.
“You don’t know?” She asked a little more loudly.
The ancient scholar merely shook his head as a response.
“But if it wasn’t you…” She took a moment to think about what it could possibly mean, but quickly gave up on it. She looked down and saw that Genesis made a little writing into the blanket. “Clever!” She exclaimed and lit up her markings.
“I think that is enough dreams for one day.” The translated text read.
“Hold on, I still have something to do! Unwrap me!” She instructed, to which Genesis obliged. While she was still a bit chilly and uncomfortable, Solomon could at least stand. She then stretched her limbs and put her dress back on, much to Genesis’ delight. She turned around to face Genesis, who had been looking at the sky rather than her, and she hugged his skeletal body tightly. His slight awkwardness persisted, despite everything.
“Thank you, Genesis… My friend.” She said with tearful eyes, immensely grateful, which the skeleton no doubt felt. He let her express her gratitude with a hug, and Solomon then felt two skeletal arms around her back as well, a hint of that warm feeling coupled with him calming down. She felt his embrace tighten, as he gave in to the hug more. There was no sense of love, lust, or anything of such sort, Genesis hugged her much like how a child would hug his plush toy, for no reason other than comfort.
“Hey…” She said as she finally let go of him. “You know where to find me if you need a hug.” She smiled, and even though his expression couldn’t change much, she just knew that if he could have, Genesis would have smiled back.
“I guess it’s time to wake up.” She suggested. “Although I was having trouble doing that earlier…”
In response, Genesis nodded and snapped his fingers. The next thing she knew, Solomon was back in her bed. She was ready to start the day, again, but there was something she couldn’t help but notice: a lingering sense of cold.