CHAPTER SEVEN
Winter
I crash into the ground, my butt hitting it first. The spinning is gone, and I blink at my new surroundings.
It's dark here, with dead-looking trees all over the place. There's space between them, almost like some kind of fruit orchard.
These trees definitely don't grow fruit, though. They look incapable of growing anything.
Getting to my feet, I take a shaky breath. Damon was right. His ritual worked.
That or it just killed me, and I'm walking around the afterlife, unable to return to Earth.
Slowly, I creep through the trees, following the path of least resistance. A light fog covers the ground, and it's beautiful in a strange, ominous kind of way.
"Hello?" I call. "Alec?"
Something moves out of the corner of my eye, and I whirl around. There's nothing there, though.
My heart races. I swear I saw something.
Maybe I shouldn't be walking around this place, calling out his name, drawing attention to myself.