From Lies Page 6

  "I'm still going on my voyage," Rafe said with the last of his strength. He would not bend on this point. As much as what he had found with Trint was nice, he needed to find himself. Maybe then he'd be ready for whatever it was Trint wanted from him.

  Silence stretched long and thin between them. "All right."

  Relief flooded Rafe, and he sagged forward, his forehead cradled against Trint's collarbone. "Thank you." It was barely an exhale, but Trint seemed to understand, and his arms wrapped around Rafe, keeping him close and warm.

  "I'll wait for your return, and we can see what this is." He squeezed Rafe tight, and Rafe let him.

  "Okay."

  They held the moment between them, a gentle wave that ebbed and flowed as they breathed each other in. A soft knock broke the tranquility, but it also reminded Rafe that he needed to be there for his sister. It was her day.

  He pulled back and offered his hand. Trint took it and they left the room, smiling at Lord Shaften's son, who'd come to collect them.

  The wedding was a beautiful affair, and Rafe wondered if he wouldn't see something much the same in his own future. He looked to the sky.

  But first he had a journey to make.

  To be Continued

  About the Author

  Ann Anderson enjoys long walks through wooded areas, hunting zombies, and stealing treasure from space pirates. Only the first happens in real life. Besides allowing her imagination to run rampant, Ann loves editing and is glad she’s been able to make a small career of it while following through with her other passion of writing. Her cats can attest to both passions as they enjoy knocking the laptop from her lap and claiming the space as their own whenever Illinois weather drops to a reasonable degree.

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