We stood at the cliffs.
My jacket flapped crazily. My jeans were soaked through. Yet, I never felt so alive. Wind and rain were elemental. I often felt elemental, too, deeply connected to the rhythms of night and day.
Allison, on the other hand, looked miserable. Her cheeks could have been two freshly-picked cherry tomatoes. She had also started sneezing. I needed to get my friend out of the storm - but to where, I didn't yet know.
"Where to, Sam?" Kingsley asked on cue. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
This was the first time I'd seen the big gorilla since the 'incident.' If anything, he looked even sexier. Dammit. Apparently, wet clothing suited him well. I loved a man with meat on him, and Kingsley had just that. Thick and meaty equaled great cuddling.
"Don't know," I said, although my voice might have been lost on the howling wind.
The evening was coming on full dark - although never too dark for me. The ocean was alive to my eyes, foaming and frothing and churning. Salt spray exploded from below with each crashing wave.
Some of that salt spray reached us. I tasted it on my lips, and then spat it out again.
I didn't know why I seemed to attract the medallions. Somehow, someway they seemed to find me.