"I can do it now, Zach."
Colour crept up her cheeks as she untied the knot just the way he had instructed and released it.
The rope dragged upwards almost immediately and the sails straightened in the air.
Rory had a look of awe in her eyes despite herself.
Zach stepped away from her and ran a hand through his wind tousled hair.
His face was flushed - from the wind or from…
Strands of her hair were pulling free of the coiffure she had mangled it into.
Sighing, she pulled the pins out of her hair and let the wind take it for a dance.
Aurora giggled and did the same thing, shaking out her hair as if it had been trapped in an inescapable dungeon for years and years.
The exaggeration brought a smile to Claire's lips.
Thunder struck again and her sister hurried to Zach's side again.
Claire couldn't help the jealousy that sparked through her at that moment. It was obvious that Zach was the epitome of strength and safety, but it still stung that Rory never came to her side.
