The Hawkweed by Candace J Thomas

Author:Candace J Thomas [Thomas, Candace J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shadesilk Press
Published: 2019-09-04T22:00:00+00:00

Verona

Abandoned Sector

My heart skipped. Shock took all my movement away from me. I stared, frozen.

I knew that face, I loved that face. I hadn’t prepared for this. I didn't expect to find Jaren here among the army. I began to panic. So many thoughts rushing in my head; so many questions came to my mind.

Six months. My life changed so much in six months.

I found myself staring at him, not realizing that the sleigh master held the door open for me. I stood without blinking, without breathing.

But my breath returned, and with it came a fresh wave of anger. I should hate him. I should march over to him and slap him for leaving. He left me alone to mourn. He left, too afraid of the emotion that waited there, too afraid to face me and all the guilt I wore for Spen’s death.

I wanted to push the anger away. I wanted to forgive him, but with every small second the color returned to my face and I forgot that I loved him. Right now, I hated him.

Jaren stood alone looking at me. He sensed my emotions. Our eyes connected and within that glance I no longer hated him. I couldn’t hate him, never.

The cold wind carried my hair away from my neck, I felt the prickled heat rise to my cheeks. His face, hid mostly in shadow, veiled something else, something I couldn’t figure out. He didn’t smile or waver or blink, and there I stood completely raw—the girl he left behind.

My breathing evened. I couldn’t help but say his name, “Jaren.”

“Jaren?” a voice from beneath the hood spoke in hollow tones, foreign to me. “That will do, sleigh master.” He nodded the dismissal. The man felt hesitant to move, but left.

There I stood alone with Jaren. I grew frightened, but why? I shouldn’t be afraid of Jaren.

The cold swept past me wakening my senses. I felt frozen.

“Jaren?” The word exited my mouth, but more of a question now, not an exclamation. What had happened to him? Did the pain eat him away like it had me? I stood there waiting for him to speak. His face came closer. I could see the long tendrils of his brown hair falling into his face. His mysterious eyes never lost sight of me.

I couldn’t breathe again. He walked forward as if in slow motion and stopped right before me. I stared, unbelieving, his head still buried in the hood. My hand trembled as it slowly grazed his face.

His hand grabbed my wrist squeezing it tight.

Then I saw it, and couldn’t believe it, there like in dreams, and in my nightmares. Above his beautiful cheekbone lay a small brown spot.

I gulped. “No.” I didn’t mean to speak it out loud. I could hear the words form without my control. “No . . .”

The man I thought of as Jaren flashed a wicked smile. My other hand came up and covered my mouth. This wasn’t possible. Physically possible. Spen was dead. He had died.

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