Healing Eden by Rhenna Morgan

Author:Rhenna Morgan [Morgan, Rhenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Reese flew toward the morning horizon, eyes stinging from the wind’s bite and lack of sleep. The grass below shimmered from rains the night before. The moist air left a damp sheen on his bare arms and his cotton tank clung to his chest.

He landed just outside a ring of Lyrita trees. Their smooth chocolate trunks reached toward the morning’s bright pink skyline topped by exotic pearl blooms the size of his fist. All night he’d thought about his actions, what steps should be the first in his new lease on life. Most had steered toward Galena, a drive he wasn’t sure he could define or explain shoving him toward actions that scared the hell out of him. But the one he was about to take took terror to a whole new level.

The Lyritas lined a quarter-mile arch and protected a quiet clearing in the valley’s center. He’d lost count of the times he’d been here, every one of them with Ramsay, his old friend’s go-to place for natxu. Now, here he was again, ready to atone for the wrongs he’d dealt his friend in the name of pride, even it was a fool’s errand.

He trudged through the trees, and the morning breeze brushed his bared arms and neck. The contact on his arms was one thing, but the sensation on the back of his neck was something altogether intimate. He’d never bound his hair before. Not that he had a justifiable reason to bind it today. In truth, the timing was rotten because Ramsay certainly wouldn’t miss such a detail. No Myren man would. But he was done with half-truths and deception. It might take months, even years to earn Galena’s attention, but he’d make his intentions clear from the start.

A blue larken swooped from its perch with a happy chirp, its wings tipped with lavender.

Reese’s soft steps echoed through the forest, a delicate schlip where his boots met wet turf.

The rising sun filtered through the trees ahead. Another thirty or so steps and he’d know if his trip was a wasted one. Adrenaline pricked beneath his skin. He was stupid to get himself worked up, melodramatic and highly assumptive. For all he knew, Ramsay didn’t even use this place for training anymore.

Twenty feet away from the clearing, he levitated two hand spans from the ground and drifted forward, more out of respect than secrecy. He’d timed his arrival to catch Ramsay at the end of natxu, not interrupt mid-drill. No point in starting off on the wrong foot.

A fat shaft of sunlight crested the treetops on the far side of the glade as Reese stepped into the clearing.

Shit.

Ramsay faced away from him, a towel around his neck and head rolling side to side as if to loosen up for a fight. “A rhino would’ve stomped through there quieter.”

So much for not starting off on the wrong foot. “Stealth wasn’t the point.”

Ramsay turned, scooped his drast off the ground, and strode toward Reese. “You got balls coming here.” He stopped at punching distance, hands loose at his sides.

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