***Tuesday Teaser***Burnt Devotion*** I didnt forget... I just got distracted... *Everything following copyright Rebecca Ethington and Market Street Books 2014*All Following unedited and subject to change.* I waited for it to come, watching the grey seep into the world, only to have a courtyard materialize before me, the world waving and blending together as my mind took me to a place that I hadn’t seen in what felt like years, the beautiful perfect world that Talon and I had created inside of our Touha. Even though I was sure I hadn’t moved, even though I could still feel Thom’s hand around mine. I could see the sanctuary that our bond had created. I could see every brick, I could see the bench we had spent so much time on, I could see the shadowed body of a man leaning against the wall. My soul seemed to jerk at the apparition, the discolored shadowed form seeming out of place. I knew at once who it was, even though I knew he shouldn’t be there, even though I knew that I wasn’t there. “Talon?” I said his name, my voice soft with longing as I stared at the shadowed shape, sure he had turned toward me before the entire scene vanished into smoke, falling to the ground around me like smoke and ash, leaving me staring at Thom’s tear streaked face, his eyes deep with understanding. My heart pulsed at seeing him there, torn between two worlds, two realities. I was saddened that Talon had gone, my heart throbbing for the return of the Touha. And yet, I clung to Thom, to the past, and to the last moments I would have with him. “He will be there waiting for you.” Thom whispered as he leaned close to me, the brilliant blue of his eyes devouring me. “He’s going to be right there... and... and you know who is going to be with him?” The pulse in my chest became a stab. A stab of memories, a stab of reminders of the life we shared, of the life I had so willingly chosen to forget. For the first time I regretted my decision, not because I had turned my back on a life that had been so good, but because I had turned my back on Thom, a man who for the first time, I realized, was still mourning the loss of our daughter as I was. Was still filled with pain and agony. We had both chosen to run away, but in different ways. “Rosaline?” The word dug into me, my back arching with fire and a gut wrenching agony that I had thought I escaped. You can’t escape something that is wound so deeply in your soul, however. I knew that now. I knew that in the way Thom’s voice pulled me from the pain of the curse, the way Rosaline’s memory bound us together. “Yeah, sweetie, she is going to be right there. Right there with Talon. She’s been waiting for you, waiting... for her mommy.”
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