Peering past a veil of late summer leaves, he watched the woman approach. Smoke crept to a vantage along a curve in the road. Smoke doesn't keep count of the dead, but I do. It's likely there are slayings I haven't discovered yet. Though he's just eighteen, at least 172 lives have ended against the edge of his sword.
They are nothing against the fear that follows behind her-and my brother's presence she suspects not at all. A gauntlet of imagined fears lies before her-roots to bruise her toes, windfalls to block the way, wolves within the shadows-but none of these slow her pace. She is alone, hurrying south toward Nefión.
He is a shadow, lost amid the mottled shadows of the trees. Of course it’s a game-a game called war-and this time I will win.Visualize my brother, Smoke, as he stalks the forest road. Ha! Who am I kidding? This is Ryan we’re talking about. His interest in me is nothing but a continuation of the games we played in high school.right?īut the longer he stays, the more I wonder if I’m wrong and his tender smile and heated attentions are genuine. I have to stay strong until the wedding is over and Ryan scurries back into whatever alternate universe he escaped from. He wasn’t supposed to look like this or pursue me like a sexy guided missile. There’s just one problem: his face is gorgeous. I'm a successful bakery owner now, and I plan to rub every delicious detail of my life in his ugly face. Ryan Henderson is back in town for our best friends’ wedding, and I plan on showing him exactly how much I don’t care about him-or the almost kiss he ruthlessly dangled over me after graduation.īut things have changed since then. But tonight…I’m going to resurrect the battle.
It’s been twelve years since I’ve seen him, twelve years since he won our war of wits by outsmarting me with a tactic I didn’t even know was allowed.
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