Our Time (The Chronicles of Kerrigan Sequel, #5) by W.J. May

Author:W.J. May [W.J. May]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
Published: 2020-07-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

E VERY NOW AND THEN , life gives you a moment you know you’ll remember until the end of your days. The kind of moment that sears into your memory even as it’s happening.

Usually, those moments revolve around you.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you’re merely a spectator.

“Tris?” Rae’s father froze dead-still on the walkway, staring as if he thought he might be in a dream. Every ounce of his usual confidence and false bravado melted clean away as he stared at the man in front of him with eyes as wide as a child’s. “I didn’t think...” he trailed off, unable to tear his eyes away from Devon’s father’s face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be...”

Tris?

Rae and Devon exchanged a quick look. Followed quickly by Angel and Julian. At the same time, the younger generation bunched instinctively together, completely unnoticed by the two men who seemed to be unconsciously moving apart.

The second Tristan heard Simon’s voice his entire body seemed to shut down. Even from a few yards away Rae could see it. Devon sometimes did the exact same thing.

Dean Wardell stood staring with equal intensity, stuck in a suspended state of disbelief, but the second Simon took a hesitant step towards him Dean Wardell jerked back. “I can’t...” he spoke so softly that even with her own borrowed fox tatù, Rae could hardly hear it, “I can’t do this...” He took another step back, but this time Devon took his arm in concern.

“You okay, Dad?”

It seemed the automatic thing to ask, but Tristan clearly wasn’t okay. Not by a long shot. In fact, Rae had never seen such a stricken expression on the man’s face.

The guy was gutted. Hollowed out to the point of no return.

Every muscle in his body had frozen to perfect stone, and there wasn’t a single drop of color left in his face. Even his eyes had lost their usual sparkle, the blue in them fading to an icy gray.

That very face Rae knew would stick in her mind forever. That single moment would be burned there, like the images of her father’s horrid past. Except this was real. It was happening right now. Dean Wardell was caught in a ghost of the past and terrified. She had never seen anything break him down before—not this bad. Not even when Devon had been kidnapped.

Rae had never imagined that the stunning weight of silent emotions chilling down the winter air was even possible. Never before been lost in such a wave of raw, heartbroken feeling. Never expected that anyone could survive, even if they had.

The dean’s face was that of a man staring at his own personal ghost. The only face she had ever seen to match it...was that of her own father.

“Dad,” Devon said again, quiet but pressing. He glanced between the two uncertainly, still cradling the new puppy in his arms. “Do you want to—”

“You’re here.” Tristan spoke not to his son, but to Simon. Breaking the silence between them into a million ill-fitting shards.

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