Chapter One
When Sharks Become the Least of Her Problems
THE WATER PUDDLES soaked their shoes as they moved their gear from the car to the sailboat. When they first parked at the marina, the rain poured onto the windshield so hard they thought they might have to cancel their outing. But the winds picked up, moved the storm northeast, and let the warm sun shine again on the Florida coastline.
“What did I say?” Barbara said. She slung her arm across Andrea’s shoulders and raised an eyebrow. “If you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes.”
“I’ve lived here for a year, and I still can’t get used to all of these rainstorms,” Andrea said.
Barbara leaned closer to her best friend and whispered, “I think you were just looking for an excuse to get out of sailing.”
“Can you blame me? I don’t think this is a smart idea. There’re sharks out in that water. Besides, those boys are crazy. Did you hear they wanted to play music to see if they could get the sharks to come closer to the boat?” She shivered, but not from the cold since the temperature had gone back into the low eighties.
A chuckle escaped her lips before she stifled the sound by covering her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry, Andrea. I’m not laughing at you. I promise. I’ve known Donald and Weston almost my whole life. They may talk big, but they’re both extremely careful when it comes to boating safety. I guarantee you won’t have to worry about a thing.”
“Are you just saying that because you’re interested in Donald?”
“You take that back! There’s nothing about him that interests me.” Barbara shuddered. “I think of him as a brother, nothing more.”
One half of Andrea’s lips tilted up, and she glanced sideways at Barbara. “Okay. If you say so, does that mean he’s available?”
“Andrea Patterson, are you crushing on Donald? How come you never said anything?” Barbara stopped walking and pulled Andrea around to face her.
"Shhh. Keep your voice down. Jeez, if I wanted it announced to the whole world, I would’ve put an advertisement on a billboard.”
This time, Barbara didn’t try to contain her giggles. “The billboard by the high school would be perfect.”
“Oh!” Andrea slapped Barbara’s arm without much force and stomped away. She tugged the bag strap higher on her shoulder with unnecessary force, causing her to stumble sideways.
Donald reached over and grabbed her arm. “Good grief, Andrea, you almost fell off the dock. You can’t be too careful when it comes to water safety. Let me help you into the sailboat. Here we go.” He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers to encourage her. With one foot on the dock and the other on the boat’s edge, he took great care to make sure Andrea kept her balance before he joined her on the deck. “Make yourself at home. Weston and I will take care of everything. Hurry up, Barbara. The winds are perfect for sailing.”
Without any further delay, the boys cast off the ropes, and Donald expertly piloted the sailboat from the marina and into the open water. Weston handled the ropes, and the girls sat at the ship’s bow and clutched the metal railing. Donald’s prediction about the favorable conditions proved accurate, and they were soon able to cut the engine and hoist the mainsail to keep on course at a decent clip.
“He looks pretty amazing, doesn’t he?” Andrea whispered to Barbara.
Drawn out of the daydream about her upcoming college year, Barbara turned away from the ocean view to face her friend. “Who?”
Andrea rolled her eyes and tipped her head toward where Donald stood with his legs wide apart, one hand gripping the wheel and the other resting on the control panel. The wind whipped his hair into an unruly mess, and his freckles were even more apparent in the bright sunshine.
“Uh, I guess.”
Andrea turned her body away from Barbara with a huff, angling herself so she could enjoy the fun of watching Donald in action.
Barbara should have skipped today’s outing; her college to-do list wasn’t going to get done with her goofing off. Still, this might be the last opportunity to spend time with her friends. She would find time to make up for this lost afternoon.
It seemed as though hardly any time passed before Donald called for Weston to haul in the mainsail. All forward momentum ceased, and the boat rocked gently with the rolling waves. Barbara’s tension evaporated as quickly as the wind fell from the sail. She sighed, inhaling the fresh ocean air, and tipped her head back to soak in the sun’s warmth.
“This looks like the perfect place to go for a swim. Who’s up for it?” Donald called out.
Weston gave him a thumbs-up sign and jumped overboard.
“What in the world?” Andrea cried out, leaning over the edge to try to find Weston.
Donald’s deep laugh barely reached their ears. “It’s okay, Andrea. Weston’s just making sure the anchor sets properly in the sand. We’ve been here hundreds of times. He knows the drill.”
“How deep is it here? I can see all the way to the bottom.” Andrea tore her gaze away from the crystal clear water to squint up at Donald, who leaned over her, blocking her from the sun’s hot rays.
“Only about forty feet. What do you say? Are you going to dip your toes in or stay onboard and roast?”
“Since those are my only two options, I think I’ll get changed into my swimsuit. I’ll be right back.” Grabbing Barbara’s hand, she pulled her along, playfully giggling as they went. “I bought the cutest bikini for this trip. I hope Donald likes it.”
“I didn’t take you for the bikini type. Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?” Barbara rummaged through her bag and finally found her one-piece suit. “You’re going to make me look like an old fuddy-duddy. Maybe I’ll just stay on board and pretend to be the on-duty lifeguard.” If anything, she should have brought her swim-meet suit, but her mom insisted she bring this one.
“You’ll do no such thing. Besides, that color suits you perfectly. Hurry up and get changed.” She stripped off her clothes and donned the pink polka-dot bikini without waiting to see if Barbara would comply.
More self-conscious than ever, Barbara put on her cream-colored bathing suit, complete with a cute little, skirt-like ruffle at the bottom. She admitted that it did set off her tan nicely. Besides, who was she trying to impress, anyway? Andrea’s sighs and toe-tapping increased, and Barbara shoved her bag into the small cubby before she linked arms with her friend. They practically raced each other to get to the ship’s bow first.
By the time they jumped overboard, neither thought about their bathing suits anymore. The salty water’s warmth enveloped them, buoying them and providing the perfect playground for an epic water fight with the boys.
Of course, Weston used his upper-body strength to sweep his arms across the water’s surface to create a massive rooster tail that nearly drowned his three friends. They needed to start a new game.
“How about we see how fast we can swim to the shallows and back? Winner gets to pick the next game,” Weston said.
Barbara’s unfair advantage of being on the State Championship Swim Team almost made her bow out until she saw Andrea wink at her and nod. “Fine. But when I win, you boys are going to make lunch and serve it to us on the boat.”
“Ha! Fat chance, girl. Besides, I’ve been craving breakfast burritos ever since the last time you lost to me,” Weston said.
“I still say you cheated,” Barbara shot back.
“I think you’re both stalling,” Donald challenged. “While you two continue your bickering, Andrea and I will take the first heat. Each heat’s winner will race again for all the honors.” He turned to Andrea and said, “Are you ready?
“Absolutely.”
Weston called out, “On your mark. Get set. Go!”
They loudly cheered as the water frothed white with their mad dash away from the boat. As expected, Donald held back and kept the race tight. Just as they reached the ship, he sprinted faster. Barbara slapped the water and shook her head at Donald’s win.
Reaching the boat a few seconds later, Andrea grabbed onto Barbara’s shoulder and whispered, “Let him have it, Barbara!”
Donald called off the next heat’s start. Barbara efficiently launched herself and fell into her energy-saving rhythm. When she reached the turning point, Weston was two body lengths behind her. She would conserve her strength for the final heat against Donald. After all, Donald’s swimming experience far exceeded Weston’s.
As predicted, she won by five lengths. Barbara kept her gloating to a minimum but couldn’t resist raising an eyebrow and quirking the side of her mouth at him. After all, she still needed to win the next race before she was off the hook.
They didn’t bother resting; the next race began immediately. Again, Weston called the race’s start, and Barbara launched with the same speed as Donald. As many times as they trained together in the pool, Barbara knew when to push her advantage. She’d wait until after the turn. Plans of winning filled her mind. She flipped underwater and surfaced with her usual grace.
Swimming between her and the boat was a ten-foot reef shark. She knew they were out there; she just didn’t expect to see one. Veering diagonally from the shark but still planning to make some progress toward the boat, she pulled the water with her arms and kicked her feet as if her life depended on it.
She wasn’t making any headway. The harder she worked her overhand strokes, the farther the boat appeared. Was this a rip-tide way out here? As impossible as it seemed, it was the most likely answer.
Her friends were screaming.
She stopped swimming to conserve energy while she worked out the best plan.
Donald made it to the sailboat. He hoisted himself from the water using the dangling rope ladder and urgently waved for Weston and Andrea to come aboard. By the time Donald returned with the life vest, even an Olympic javelin thrower couldn’t hurl it the required distance.
Treading water, Barbara kept the shark in view. How was she going to fix this? Hopefully, Donald would pull anchor, start the engines, and scoop her up.
Until the bubbles rose around her body.
The tickling sensation of them rolling along her skin made her think of tiny fish bumping into her. When the bubbles’ size increased and burst at the water’s surface, she ogled with her mouth hanging open. What was this?
Treading even faster, she struggled to keep herself afloat in the salty ocean water. Waiting for rescue wasn’t enough. She needed to save herself.
Now.
Filling her lungs near to bursting, she plunged herself underwater. She might escape the strange bubbles and rip tide by diving beneath them. The current pulled even harder, propelling her faster than if she wore long diving fins. Rushing water sounds seemed out of place in the sea’s tranquility. The shark swam beside her as if curious to see what she would do.
As fast as it began, the bubbles disappeared. The disinterested shark turned so quickly that its tail slapped her side. Barbara’s lungs were bursting. She needed air. Kicking hard, she rose until her head and shoulders broke the water’s surface.
She turned in a complete circle. She was alone. No friends, no sailboat, nothing. Even the sky looked different, tinged with an otherworldly teal shade.
“I should’ve stayed home,” she said aloud. Rather than wait for another shark to investigate, Barbara kept the sun on her left and started swimming.
Chapter Two
Who Are You?
NO MATTER HOW many strokes she took, the blue water stretched endlessly ahead of her without revealing any land. How long could she hold out this pace before exhaustion overtook her? Luckily, her well-toned body knew this exercise so well.
Her stroke faltered. Why did she think that her body knew about swimming? Was it something she often did?
She stopped swimming altogether, confusion washing over her mind. Treading came naturally, but she couldn’t place why.
Why was she out in the middle of the water by herself anyway?
Too many questions assaulted her, but no answers developed.
She slapped her hands down on the water, the noise jarring her from her troubled thoughts. “I’m not going to learn anything until I reach landfall. Besides, it’s not like I just appeared out of nowhere. I’m sure I’ll recognize someone when I get to shore.” She set off briskly, keeping the sun on her left.
The rhythmic slosh of the ocean sounded odd to her right. She glanced beside her as she lifted her left arm and promptly swallowed the salty brine, causing her to cough and choke hard enough to make her fear drowning. She expected to see a wave or maybe a dolphin approaching, but not this.
Where did that boat come from?
Her gaze traveled up the weathered, metallic side of the ship until she saw several men leaning over the railing. The vessel stopped directly beside her, faster than she imagined a moving boat could. A ladder was thrown over the edge, and a man scrambled down the wobbly contraption as if he’d practiced it hundreds of times.
Her panic increased, not knowing if these men meant any harm. Not that she had much choice. Either she stays swimming and possibly drowns or accepts the man’s rescue offer and takes her chances.
The man’s thick, rough hand hovered only a few feet from her. She looked up into his eyes and saw only kindness and concern. She swam the two strokes to meet him without hesitation and pressed her cold hand against his.
The warmth of his firm grip surprised her, but even more than that, the electric shock racing up her arm and causing her to inhale sharply was even more concerning. Who was this man? Why did her body react to him so?
From the way his eyes widened, she knew he felt the same strange connection. Then the moment evaporated as quickly as smoke in a breeze when he effortlessly hauled her from the water until she sat perched on his knee, heedless of soaking his trousers.
He quietly asked, “Do you have the strength to climb the ladder? Or do you need me to carry you the rest of the way?”
As much as her heart thrilled at him holding her close, she shook her head. Distance. That’s what she needed to clear her head. “I think I can manage from here.” She reached for the rope, increasingly conscious of how little she wore, knowing he stared at her from below.
She managed to reach the edge of the deck with little grace and too much time. Helping hands hauled her over the railing, none of which gave her the same tingling sensations. She crossed her arms over her middle, shivering with the brisk breeze she hadn’t felt while swimming.
As if this were an everyday occasion, the deck hands nodded at her before going about their business. Her rescuer didn’t require any help as he swung onto the deck with practiced ease.
“Ah, thanks, Jensen,” he said to someone behind her.
She twirled around just in time to see Jensen holding out a plush, oversized towel. Gratefully, she took it from him, saying, “Thank you.” She fumbled to throw it over her shoulder, feeling clumsy and heavy. How long was she swimming to make her arms and legs feel like noodles?
“Here, let me help you with that,” her rescuer said, stepping forward and reaching around her to draw the fabric up to cover her shoulders. “It’s too cold up here for you. Come below. I’m Captain Ahn. What’s your name?”
Her eyes rounded before she exclaimed, “You’re the captain? Why did you rescue me?“ She couldn’t think straight while his arm remained over her shoulder, sheltering her from the worst of the wind and infusing her with more warmth than she thought possible from another human.
She didn’t resist as he herded her toward a doorway. Anything to get her out of the weather seemed like a perfect idea. Her teeth chattered, making her head ache.
Captain Ahn reached ahead of her to open a door, swinging it inward to allow her to enter a room that looked like a man-cave if ever she saw one. The heavy desk ahead of her took up most of the room. Someone must have built the brown, leather-covered couch and two matching chairs inside the room since they were much larger than the doorway.
She stepped inside the warm room, ready to sit but unwilling to ruin the leather with the seawater still dripping from her hair.
As if he read her mind, Ahn said, “Please, sit. You can’t hurt the foxl leather.”
Her eyebrows furrowed. She looked up at him, blurting one word, “Foxl?”
Ahn nodded and gave her a push toward the sofa. He sat in the chair closest to her, where she perched uncomfortably on the couch’s edge. He reached forward, holding out a steaming mug of liquid. “Drink this before you chip a tooth.”
What? When did he get the drink? How did she miss that? Her hand stretched out, taking the offered mug. She held it between her hands, soaking in the warmth and inhaling the unfamiliar scent. “I must be dreaming. None of this feels real.”
Ahn watched her closely, nodding ever-so-slightly. “Can you tell me your name?”
Her gaze flicked up from the cup’s contents to meet his kind eyes. Alarm raced through her at his simple question. “I don’t remember my name.”
“Hey, that’s okay. You’ve experienced some trauma. We’ll just sit at the helm where you can enjoy your steena tea and get warm. Speaking of which, you need a blanket—that bathing suit of yours will hardly help.” Ahn stood just as the door burst open.
A young man with wind-reddened cheeks leaned precariously inside the office, one hand gripping the doorknob and the other holding the door jam. “Sorry to interrupt, Captain. There’s a sand bar half a gania up ahead.”
“Show me,” Ahn said, closing the distance between them with three long strides. He flung a blanket onto the couch almost as if by an afterthought. “Here’s your blanket. I’ll be right back.”
“How does he keep doing that?” she whispered. She might have noticed the captain retrieving the blanket if she hadn’t been looking at the young man. But he hadn’t moved—it was almost as if the fabric appeared out of thin air. Her gaze moved from the innocuous material beside her to the cup still gripped between her hands. “What’s going on here?”
Something about what the deckhand said triggered a wispy memory. She couldn’t get the thought to clarify, but when he said sand bar, it felt like it should mean something to her.
Was her name Sandy or maybe Barla? The first just didn’t feel right. Now Barla—that held possibilities.
How come she couldn’t remember her name?
She didn’t think she hit her head. As much as she could recall, she was merely swimming. By herself? That didn’t seem right. But she didn’t see anyone around her when she resurfaced.
The longer she tried to reason through her messy memories, the more befuddled they became. Sighing, she brought the mug up to her lips. Ahn called it steena tea, but that didn’t mean anything to her.
Cautiously, she settled her lip on the rim and slurped some of the hot liquid. The honey mint flavors burst in her mouth, making her wish it were cooler so she could drink it faster.
Another shiver rippled through her body, sloshing the hot liquid until it nearly overflowed the rim. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her bare thighs. The unexpectedly silky fabric instantly warmed against her cool flesh.
Why was her body still trembling? She didn’t recall the water being overly cold—not enough to draw all the warmth from her bones. She took another sip of the tea.
Ahn burst through the door, his gaze immediately locking on hers. “Sorry about that interruption. I swear I heard your teeth chattering outside. How long did you say you were swimming?”
Barla patted the couch beside her and said, “Sit here, please.” She bit her lip, instantly shy at being so forward with a stranger. But Ahn didn’t feel like a stranger, yet he obviously didn’t know her.
He nodded and strode forward. Settling himself close enough for his thigh to brush against hers, he slung his arm across her shoulders and pulled her against his side. “Who are you?” he spoke quietly as if to himself.
She shivered at his unexpected warmth. He felt as though he were the sun itself. She tilted her chin upward, her gaze traveling up his chiseled chest, past his well-defined jaw and full lips, and ended on his beautiful eyes. “I think my name is Barla.”
“Barla,” he whispered as if tasting the word. “That suits you.”
Barla’s breath hitched. She couldn’t explain why he made her react in such a strange manner. “How come I feel like I know you? I’m sure we’ve never met.”
His hand squeezed her shoulder, drawing her closer to his side. “No, we don’t know one another, but I hope to rectify that situation. If you don’t mind, that is.”
She pulled away to look at him. Was he serious? And, more importantly, was she considering his proposal? She spoke before she could talk herself out of it, “I’d like that.”
His grin completely changed his features. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and his eyes sparkled with an unexpected happiness.
How long could she stare at him like this? Surely, he had a ship to steer or something. Yet she didn’t want to remind him of his duties, or he’d move away from her again. She never wanted to be apart.
She sharply inhaled, realizing what she’d just said to herself. What hold did this man have over her? She didn’t even know him, for Pete’s sake.
Why was she acting like he was her soul-mate and they had instantly fallen in love? This was real life, not some silly, concocted romance novel.
This time, she forced herself to move, regretting the movement and suppressing a shiver as cold air danced between them. “I’m sorry. You have better things to do than keep me warm. I’ve taken up entirely too much of your time already. How long until we make landfall?”
The hurt look in his eyes was too much; Barla had to look away. She bit her bottom lip, wishing she could take back the words but refused to speak again until she got control of her rampaging emotions.
Ahn stood, his shoulders not quite as high as they had been earlier. He looked out the window, squinted, and replied, “We should finish docking in under ten minutes. I’ll be back shortly.”
Barla wanted to apologize; for what, she didn’t know. But as the door clicked shut behind Ahn, she felt more alone now than she had while swimming. Why couldn’t she have simply let Ahn stay near her? What about him caused her to act so foolishly?
She stood, wrapping the soft fabric around her body—its warmth a poor substitute for Ahn’s. She went to the window and leaned on the sill to watch Ahn interact with his crew. Everyone knew their jobs, and hardly any words were spoken.
She should have asked Ahn the name of the town where they were docking. Maybe then she could remember something about herself or her family. It’s not as if she just fell into the ocean from nowhere.
Chapter Three
The Marketplace
EVEN THOUGH BARLA stood at the window and watched Ahn’s return to the wheelhouse, she jumped at his booming voice.
“We’ve safely docked at the Port of Cresdon. Do you want to disembark?” He stood feet in front of her; his gaze dropped down to take in her appearance. “Hmmph. We should probably get you some clothes first. Stay right here. I’ll be back in about twenty minutes.”
Barla didn’t even have time to respond before Ahn whirled around and dashed across the deck. He hurdled over the railing with practiced ease and fell out of her sight.
What would she do for the next twenty minutes? Absently, she circled the room taking in the various personal items strewn throughout the cabin. After her third circuit, she realized she didn’t know anything more about Ahn than when she started.
Ahn’s announcement of the port name didn’t ring any bells for her. She couldn’t recall any details about her life before she rose from the ocean’s depths. Why couldn’t she remember anything?
More importantly, what would happen to her since they docked? Would Ahn send her away, or worse, have someone come and take her? What choice did she have?
She sank onto the leather couch and tucked her feet underneath her. The blanket’s warmth soothed her, and she rested her eyes for just a few seconds, moisture escaping her eyelashes to trail down her cheeks.
***
Ahn’s long strides made short work of the trip to the marketplace. Rushing past the vegetable vendors, his gaze raked over the wares until he found the stall he hoped would still be there. Fabric fluttered from the support poles, inviting passersby to stop and admire the fine craftsmanship.
He didn’t even look twice but strode into the small space already occupied by several women haggling over a length of fabric. In his haste, he bumped into a woman bent over to grab a bolt of cloth near the floor.
“Ooof,” she called out, losing her balance, toppling the flimsy counter, and knocking over several more fabric bolts.
“I’m so sorry,” Ahn called out, raising his voice above the screeches of the women inside. “I didn’t see her down there. Here, let me help you up.” He reached down and effortlessly lifted the woman by her waist, setting her upright before stepping back.
The woman turned, and Ahn took an involuntary step back. “Leeza! When did you get back into town?”
“Ahn. I could ask you the same.” Leeza tugged down on her skirt to settle the fabric before patting her hair. “I stopped by your house two days ago, but nobody seemed to know when you’d return. I guess it’s my lucky day that we bumped into one another. How about we make up for lost time and have a nice dinner tonight?”
“Dinner,” Ahn mumbled. He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced away from her.
“Yeah, you know that thing people do every day?” She pressed closer to his side, touching his arm with clammy fingers.
Seeing the disaster his clumsiness had made of the place, he pulled away from her touch and stepped forward to say to the proprietor, “Here, let me help with that.” Without waiting for permission, Ahn gathered enough elemy to lift the counter back into place and restack the fabric rolls. “I’ll gladly pay for any damages.”
He stepped ahead of the other customers and said in a quieter tone, “I’m so sorry for disrupting your fine business, but I’m a bit pressed for time. Would you happen to have any women’s clothing already made? I’ll pay handsomely.”
At the mention of payment, the frazzled proprietor nodded and smiled. “I’m sure I can help you, but these women were here first. You’ll have to wait your turn.”
Ahn dug into his pocket and pulled out three gold coins in his outstretched palm. “Will this speed up my service?”
Her eyes widened, and she gulped.
Leeza squeezed into the too-small space between Ahn and the other customers; her ample bosom pushed shamelessly against Ahn’s arm. “Ahn, you’re so sweet. I’ve always wanted a custom tunic. I’m partial to pink, you know.”
Ahn cleared his throat, valiantly ignoring Leeza’s comments. “A full-length skirt and a tunic will be perfect.”
Leeza squealed excitedly, grabbing his arm and jumping up and down like a toddler.
The owner nodded again and turned to rummage through a trunk behind her. In short order, she produced a lavender skirt and a purple tunic with lavender flowers woven through the cuffs and collar. “Will this do?” she asked, spreading them over the counter.
“Perfectly!” Ahn said.
“Those colors won’t look good on me at all!” Leeza said at the same time.
Ahn dropped the coins into the proprietor’s hand and waited for her to wrap up his purchase. Faster than he thought possible, she handed the bundle to him with a smile.
Leeza crossed her arms and pouted. “Ahn, what’re you doing? Didn’t you hear me say those won’t look good on me? Let me pick. I want to look ravishing for you at dinner.”
“You’d need more than a pretty outfit to accomplish that. Besides, these aren’t for you. Have a nice day,” Ahn replied, exiting the booth and nearly running to escape her outburst.
Cackles of laughter and an outraged shriek sounded behind him, but Ahn didn’t slow down. His run-in with his ex took entirely too much time, and he didn’t want to deal with her clingy ways today or any other day. He clutched the clothing closer to his waist and dodged through the crowds of shoppers.
Were there always this many people in the marketplace at this time of day? After stopping for a passing bean cart, Ahn bristled at the delay.
As soon as a wide enough path cleared, he jumped forward to sprint through the opening. Unfortunately, an older woman stepped out at the same time, and she stumbled over a loose cobblestone. She fell forward, fearfully crying out, her arms pinwheeling as she went.
Ahn dashed forward and caught her by the elbows just before her knees hit the uneven stones. He straightened and pulled her along with him. “Are you alright, my lady?”
“Yes, yes. Quite alright, thanks to you. Have a wonderful evening.” She grinned toothlessly and bobbed her head as she stepped beyond him and melted into the crowd.
Ahn watched after her, thinking he’d seen her before, but he couldn’t place where. Exhaling, he shook his head and took one step before realizing that both of his hands were now empty.
The clothes! He must’ve dropped them when he caught the woman.
Frantically searching the cobblestones in his vicinity, he couldn’t find any trace of the beautiful outfit. He didn’t have time to return to the vendor, and he’d already been too long away from his water craft.
The woman! She must’ve stolen his bundle even while she thanked him for his kindness. That little sneak!
Well, he wasn’t about to let that sneaky pickpocket get away with her betrayal. Ahn closed his eyes and gathered elemy around him with more speed than he usually employed. Concentrating on the fine details of his purchase and utilizing his formidable locating skills, he quickly found the woman crouched in an alley, cackling over her new treasure. Without delay, Ahn used his powerful gift with the elemy to relocate the package from her hands to his.
What if he returned to the dock only to discover that Barla had left? He didn’t want to imagine it. She had to be there still.
Besides, where would she go? He was half convinced she was an old soul, but that aspect didn’t bother him as it did for most people in Tuala. He knew better than to believe the old souls were a threat to their world. As far as he was concerned, her origins didn’t matter as much as her ability to thrive in the community.
He’d gladly teach her the Tualan customs if it meant she’d stay with him. He grinned in anticipation of the hours he’d need to spend with her, teaching her everything she’d need to know to blend in. Only one thing troubled him and his plans: her birth crystal.
If she couldn’t produce evidence of a birth crystal, he’d have a definitive answer about her origins. He could care less about her ability to use elemy, but he’d have to figure out some excuse to others why she couldn’t utilize the talents almost all citizens took for granted.
Maybe he could claim she’d suffered a head injury that rendered her skills unusable. That might work for a short time, but any wise-woman could refute his claims once they tied in with her life-line and discovered his ruse.
His bootheels struck the pier planks with hollow thuds, the sound jarring him out of his musings. Just ahead, he saw his vessel securely tied just as he left it. Deftly tucking the parcel under his belt, he grabbed the rope ladder and shimmied up the high side and over the railing.
He’d have to take things slowly with Barla. After seeing her shut down at just the mention of getting to know one another better, he knew not to rush or push her into anything. Like a frightened kittilee, he would talk softly and work his way closer until she learned to trust him. If the way he felt when she was near was any indication, she was worth any amount of time it took—and he’d enjoy the journey alongside her.
Instead of bursting into the wheelhouse as he typically did, he opened the door carefully and stepped inside without rushing. His heart raced, the anticipation of seeing Barla still aboard fresh in his mind. As if attracted by a magnet, his eyes locked on her, where she lay fast asleep on the couch.
Rather than waking her, he continued through the wheelhouse to sit at his desk. The bills of lading for his cargo still needed his attention. As much as he’d rather sit and stare at his beautiful guest, he’d seize this opportunity to complete his shipping documents so he wouldn’t have his attention divided once Barla awoke.
***
Barla’s eyes fluttered as she stretched her arms and legs. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept so soundly or comfortably. That thought caused her eyes to fly open, confirming her worst fear. She hadn’t been dreaming; this was her reality. She didn’t have a past or any memories at all.
She flung her legs over the couch’s edge until her bare feet touched the soft rug. The blanket no longer covered her since it was balled up against the backrest. How long did she sleep? Looking through the window, the dark sky confirmed her suspicion.
Did Ahn go home and leave her alone on the boat?
“Did you get enough rest?” Ahn asked.
Jumping and whipping her head around to face the desk to her left, she lifted her hand to her chest as she regained her composure. That answered one question. She nodded and said, “Yes. I’ve never slept better.”
Recalling her scant bathing suit, she reached behind her and hauled the blanket over her lap.
Ahn remained seated, his attention divided between her and the stacks on his desk. He glanced over at her and said, “I bet you’re pretty hungry. Do you want dinner?”
Just the mention of food made her stomach rumble. Her gaze traveled over the rest of the wheelhouse, expecting to find food, but she didn’t see any. “Um, I’m not exactly dressed to go out, but there doesn’t appear to be anything here, either.”
“Both details easily remedied,” he said, rising from his chair and reaching over his desk to pick up something Barla couldn’t identify.
She didn’t recall seeing anything like it on her previous perusal through the room, so she assumed he brought it back while she slept. She stood when he came close, her hand automatically reaching out when he offered the bundle. “Thank you. What is it?”
“A simple outfit. And here’s our meal,” he said, gesturing downward.
She glanced down to see steaming hot food appear from nowhere on the table. Her knees buckled, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Chapter Four
The Only Choice
IF AHN NEEDED any proof of her alien status, Barla’s reaction to his use of elemy just provided it. Luckily, the couch broke her fall when she passed out. Still, he kneeled beside her, picked up the dropped clothing, and quickly checked to ensure she wasn’t injured.
Seconds later, Barla groaned, and her head rolled toward him. Her eyes fluttered and opened, widening slightly with his proximity.
He cleared his throat and stood, taking a small step back to give her space without feeling threatened. “Are you quite alright? Maybe you stood up too fast.”
She rubbed the back of her neck and squirmed until she was seated again. “Yeah, that must’ve been it. Or maybe I’m just famished.” She eyed the food warily but didn’t move to dish up anything.
Seizing on her excuse, he kneeled again—this time on the other side of the low table. “Well, let’s just get you something. I’ll describe the options, and you can tell me whether or not you like them. How does that sound?”
“Okay,” he said, pointing to the first bowl, “this is fried foxl and krumpli, then we have glawlets served with a side of clotted cream and tocolas, or enskil dumplings with foxl crisps and butter. Then you have a choice of pika juice or steena tea.” He raised his eyebrows and waited for her to answer. Seeing her blank expression, he said, “Do you just want to sample everything?
“I like that idea.” She slowly shook her head and added, “I don’t recall any of these names. It all just sounds foreign.” She reached forward and plucked a red tocola chip from the bowl. “What’s this made from?”
“Tocolas are made from corn and flavored with tomato juice, lime juice, and salt. Give it a try while I put your plate together.” Not wanting to shock her with another display of his creation skills, he served up their plates manually, taking his time to watch out of the corner of his eyes as she took the tiniest nibble from the edge of the chip.
“Mmm, this is amazing. Wow! I didn’t expect it to be so flavorful.” She pointed to the pika juice and said, “I’ve already tried the steena tea, but what’s this like?”
“Oh, I think you’ll enjoy it; it’s fresh-squeezed from the tiny orange pika fruit.” He poured a cup and passed it to her. With each thing she tried and exclaimed over, Ahn’s suspicions solidified. Barla wasn’t from Tuala.
After their meal ended, Barla set her empty plate on the table and said, “That was quite possibly the best meal I’ve ever eaten.”
“The best you can recall, at least,” Ahn amended.
“True.” Barla sat straighter, her eyes unfocused.
“Did you want to try on your new outfit?”
“What?” she asked, blinking several times to refocus her attention. “Oh, yes. I should’ve done that before we ate.”
“I didn’t mind.”
Barla quirked her eyebrow and pursed her lips. “Hmm. I’m sure.” Her cheeks beautifully flushed as she unwrapped the bundle and shook out the fabric. “Ahn, these are stunning.”
“Put them on,” he urged, eager to see how they fit.
She complied, standing to step into the skirt and slipping the tunic over her head. She grinned as her hands traveled over the soft foxl fibers. “I love it. Thank you, Ahn.”
“You’re quite welcome. I bet you’ve never seen anything on Earth like it,” Ahn added, testing her.
“So true,” she agreed, not hesitating for a moment.
Ahn got his confirmation. Barla was an old soul. Now came the difficult decision to keep her secret and risk his livelihood or turn her in as the law required and lose her forever.
Quietly, Ahn set his plate on the low table before standing. He needed to think his next steps through very carefully. With his hands held behind his back, he paced the length of the wheelhouse twice.
“Ahn, what’s wrong? Did I say something to offend you?”
His gaze flicked over to where she sat, her hands clasped together so tightly that her fingers were turning purple, and her expression so worried that he immediately came to a decision. ”What? No! Barla, I don’t know how to tell you this—“ He cleared his throat and looked out the window. How would she react to his news? He didn’t want her to pass out again. She’d experienced too many shocks, but there wasn’t any easy way to share the truth.
Barla pushed herself from the couch, her cheeks blushing furiously. “Oh, I see. I’ve clearly overstayed my welcome, and you’re trying to tell me to leave politely. I’m so sorry, Ahn; truly I am.” She stepped toward the door; hand outstretched to grab the knob.
“Stop!” Ahn cried out, lunging for the door but tripping over his own feet. Unable to catch himself, he fell shoulder first against the door, knocking Barla against the wall. He looked up to see fear in her eyes. “I can’t let you go until you know the danger you’re in. Please hear me out.”
Barla took several steps back, keeping close to the wall as though it kept her upright. “You’re scaring me, Ahn. Whatever you’re thinking about doing to me, just don’t. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
Even her attempt to appear tough looked less menacing than a baby kittilee, but Ahn didn’t smile. What If she took it the wrong way? Instead of standing, he rolled onto his rear, allowing his back to rest against the door. Resting his forearms on his knees with his hands dangling in front of him, he sighed. “I have no intention of hurting you, but I’m afraid my news might come as a shock. Will you sit and hear me out?”
She shook her head, keeping her eyes trained on him as if he were about to pounce on her. “I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever your news is. Spit it out already.”
He should’ve known she wouldn’t do as he asked. Sighing, he looked away and asked, “Are you familiar with the term old soul?”
“Of course,” she replied. “What’s that got to do with me?”
Ahn’s gaze flicked back to her, his mouth hanging open. He snapped it shut and said, “I thought—I mean—I assumed you were an old soul based on your reaction to my use of elemy. Wow. Now I feel doubly stupid for thinking you’re from Earth.” He scrambled to his feet and grabbed the doorknob.
Barla crossed her arms and tapped her toe. “Of course, I’m from Earth, Ahn. Where else is there? Mars? And what is elemy, anyway?”
“I’ve never heard of Mars, but this isn’t Earth, Barla. This is Tuala, and elemy is Jehoban’s gift to all of us to create on a lesser scale than He.”
“What? Who is Jehoban?” Her toe stopped tapping.
“He’s who you call God, and he lives here on Tuala.” Ahn leaped forward just in time to catch Barla as her head rolled back and her body went limp. He cradled her against his chest, more confused now than ever. How could she not know Jehoban?
***
Her eyelids fluttered, and her pulse pounded in her ears. She couldn’t place where she was as awareness slowly infiltrated her senses. She deeply inhaled, taking in a strange masculine scent.
With a start, she opened her eyes to stare into Ahn’s eyes not more than a foot away from where he held her close to his chest, cradling her body against him. Heat washed over her as she realized she was on his lap, but they weren’t on the couch but instead on the floor. How did they end up in this position?
Oh, yeah! Ahn’s bombshell about God.
Now that she had a moment to process his outlandish statement fully, she realized how badly she’d overreacted. Indeed, he was joking.
She struggled to escape his grasp, needing to put space between them so she could think rationally. It wasn’t right that Ahn smelled so enticing and looked at her with such soulful eyes.
She needed to get herself together and figure out what her next steps would be. She obviously couldn’t remain with Ahn—he had issues of his own to deal with—namely a reality check.
Where could she go? And how would she convince Ahn to let her leave? He seemed pretty adamant that she remain with him—just as any psycho would do in a good horror movie. But Ahn didn’t fit the profile of a serial killer. He was just too—too, nice, kind, funny, friendly. All of those things, but she couldn’t let herself get sidetracked.
She needed to go home. Her family and friends were bound to be worried about her. Her body stilled. Where was home? Who was her family? Did she have friends? How come she couldn’t remember anything important, like her name?
Ahn cleared his throat. “Barla, I’m in a tough spot here.”
Barla pushed away from him, landing hard on the flooring. “I’m sorry. I overreacted to your joke.”
“I haven’t joked about any of it, Barla.”
“What? You can cut the act, Ahn. It isn’t funny anymore.”
“I’ve told you the truth. Now, I’m duty-bound to report you as a swimmer, but I don’t want to put you in danger.”
“How can that do anything but help me? My family is probably searching for me as we speak.”
“On Earth, you mean. You’re probably right.”
She groaned. “Not that again, Ahn; I don’t have the patience for stories right now. Why would it be bad for you to report me?”
“Because you’re an old soul, Elder Vargen would take you into custody. He’s not interested in returning you home. He’s much more interested in discovering what you know about Earth and how he can turn your knowledge to his advantage.”
“Who’s Elder Vargen?” Her eyes narrow, hardly believing that she’d entertain Ahn’s tale.
“If you were from here, you’d know. You’re simply reaffirming my fears that you’re not from here. Look, Barla, you’re going to have to trust me. Have I given you any reason not to?”
She couldn’t refute him, but she resented having all her options taken away. Barla looked away from Ahn, inhaled deeply through her nostrils, and exhaled out her mouth. Coming to a decision, she said, “Okay, I’m going to humor you and agree that everything you’re telling me is the truth—“
“It is the truth,” Ahn interjected.
Barla held out her hand to silence him and continued, “As I said, we’ll agree on that point. How can I keep you from getting in trouble while protecting myself from getting arrested or whatever you say this Elder does?”
Ahn frowned and leaned harder against the wheelhouse wall. He shook his head and said, “I can only think of one thing, but you wouldn’t like it, and I don’t even want to say it out loud.”
“Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad. It’s not like we’d have to get married or anything. Just spit it out.” Barla flopped onto the couch and leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees. She grinned at Ahn, practically daring him to reveal his plan. His expression startled her as he looked utterly surprised by her comment.
She inhaled sharply and shook her head. “No! No, no, no. You can’t be serious. You’re saying that we’d have to get married to keep me out of this supposed problem with the Elder? Ahn, look. I think you’re a nice guy, and all, and no offense, but I don’t even know you. And you don’t know me.” The pitch of her voice rose as she realized she might not have any choice in the matter. At least not until she figured things out.
She cut her hand hard across the air, unsure if she was trying to convince Ahn or herself about the impossibility of his suggestion. “There’s no way that we could,” she couldn’t even say the words out loud again.
“I know you well enough to know that you wouldn’t like it,” he said, not looking at all contrite.
Chapter Five
Magic and Marriage
“LOOK. I KNOW THIS isn’t ideal,” Ahn said, pausing to come up with how to say something without insulting Barla.
Barla barked out a laugh that didn’t hold an ounce of humor. “Not ideal? That’s the understatement of the year. How am I supposed to know that you aren’t taking advantage of me? Can’t you see how this looks from my perspective?
“Ahn, I don’t even remember my own name, let alone where I am or how I got here. Now, you think I should just blindly marry the first man I’ve set eyes on because of some,” she gestures air quotes, “supposed threat to my life? Does that even sound rational?”
Barla sprung from the couch and started pacing the small room. She crossed one arm over her middle and the other she brought up to bite the side of her fingernail. Every few seconds, she muttered something and shook her head.
Ahn watched, fascinated by her reaction. He fully expected her to lash back at him for even bringing it up, but he didn’t expect her to stick around. He kept his counsel, hoping she’d come to the same conclusion he had without any further prompting. Several minutes passed.
Barla’s pacing brought her to the room’s end, where she twirled around on her heel and put both fists on her hips. “Suppose we did get married. What then?”
Ahn’s eyebrows rose, and his mind went blank. She wasn’t the only one confused by the day’s unexpected turn. He stammered, “I don’t know. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
A look of relief washed over Barla’s face. Her hands dropped to her sides, and she slowly advanced across the room until she stopped just short of where Ahn still leaned against the cabin wall. She kneeled and took a deep breath. “How can we make this work for both of us? The last thing I want to do is hurt you when my memory returns, and I leave.”
Her words stung. In the short time he’d known her, he felt something shift inside him. She couldn’t leave. Ahn cleared his throat once, then a second time. “We can have the local wise-woman perform a small ceremony. You can stay in the guest bedroom of my house. I’m not home much, so you won’t have to worry about me. I can take on a few more overnight shipments if you want.”
Barla frowned. “No, Ahn. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t live in your own home. Besides, I don’t know the first thing about how things are done here. I need you with me if I’m going to figure out how to fit in. I mean, you immediately realized that I’m not from—what did you call here?”
“Tuala,” Ahn supplied, still thinking how incredible his luck was to encounter an old soul. If only she could tell him stories about Earth, but then she wouldn’t be forced to stay with him. Such a troubling conundrum, but he didn’t mind discovering the different layers as they unfolded. He enjoyed a good mystery, and Barla posed the greatest one of his life.
“Yeah, Tuala. See?” Barla surged to her feet, and she resumed her pacing. Her hand wildly gestured as she continued saying, “I obviously can’t be left alone. At least not now.” She whirled to face him and stopped dead in her tracks. “Instead of us getting married, couldn’t I just crash at your place for a few days? Maybe my memory will return, and all of this will be for nothing.”
Ahn didn’t like the sound of this line of thinking. He scowled and said, “Crash? I’m not familiar with that term. But I’m getting the impression it means that you’d live with me,” he paused to see her nod. He shook his head and said, “That’s just not done here. Besides, that still wouldn’t protect you from the Elders. No, I don’t see any way around getting married short of you regaining your memory. You don’t have to worry about my feelings, Barla.”
***
Barla chewed on the corner of her fingernail. She could think of worse things than being married to this perfect masculine specimen, but that wasn’t the point right now. What about her feelings? What would she do if she discovered she was already married when her memories returned?
Surely she’d remember something as important as having a husband. Right?
Tugging at a sliver of skin with her teeth, she hissed as the hangnail drew blood and a sharp sting when it went too far. She immediately switched to a different finger and resumed her pacing. No matter what, she’d have to decide in the next couple of minutes. Her whole life would shift with this single decision.
She caught sight of Ahn still leaning against the cabin wall. He hadn’t moved from that spot, never once using his size to intimidate her. He’d been nothing but a gentleman since she’d met him. She could do so much worse than him.
A shiver raced along her spine as she imagined herself being arrested by the unknown Elder. Not only would she never see Ahn again, but she’d also probably never see home again either. Not that she knew where home was precisely, but that wasn’t the point either. Not now, at least.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she said as soon as she reached the wheelhouse wall farthest from Ahn. She turned slowly, unsure what she hoped Ahn’s reaction would be. It’d draw her suspicion if he seemed too eager, but if he seemed disappointed, that might be even worse.
His expression was utterly unreadable. Was he already regretting his crazy suggestion? She had to give him an out.
“That is unless you’ve changed your mind or come up with something better,” Barla said, lowering her arms to her sides and trying not to let her disappointment show if he decided to rescind his offer. She held her breath, not daring to move. Time stopped, and only the hammering of her heart filled the room’s silence.
His face cleared, and a grin stole across his lips, transforming his pensive look.
Barla’s breath caught in her throat at the change. She’d never seen anyone so handsome, not that she could recall, anyway. To think that he’d want to tie himself to her in such a permanent fashion just to protect her from some unknown threat made her head spin. Would she have done the same? It seemed a drastic solution, but it was his idea, not hers. He knew what he was doing. She hoped.
Ahn slowly rose and crossed the room until he stood directly in front of her. She held her ground, her throat suddenly dry. The scent of the sea came with him, fresh, clean, and wild. He held out his work-roughened hands, and Barla didn’t hesitate to fit hers against his.
Tingles from that point of contact raised the hair along her arms. She shook her head in wonder at the sensation, only then noting the same phenomenon happening along Ahn’s arms. He must feel it, too.
“What is this?” she whispered, slowly raising her gaze until it met his. The warmth he radiated stilled her breathing. She consciously dragged in a breath or risked passing out again. Her heart fluttered haphazardly like a bird trying to escape a too-small cage. Ahn’s sure touch kept her grounded.
“I’m not sure, but I’m looking forward to finding out,” he replied, raising one of their clasped hands until his lips caressed her knuckles. “Are you ready to see a wise-woman?”
Barla swallowed hard. Her voice came out just above a whisper. “Will she perform the marriage ceremony?” He didn’t look away from her earnest gaze.
“Yes. If we hurry, we can catch her during regular business hours.” He playfully quirked his eyebrows at her, and his eyes sparkled with unspoken glee.
“Oh, well, lead the way then,” she replied, stepping forward until she was at his side.
He tucked her hand against the crook of his arm and gallantly nodded as he smartly turned on his heel. “As you wish.”
“I’m thankful you bought me this beautiful outfit to wear for the occasion, Ahn.” Doubt washed over her, adding, “At least, I hope it’s appropriate.”
Ahn stopped, and he stepped away from her. “You look perfect. But you bring up a good point: I’m woefully underdressed for such an important event. Give me just a second.”
Barla’s brows furrowed, but his statement took away her worry that he’d changed his mind. What was Ahn planning now? No sooner did the thought come when the air around Ahn shimmered. She scurried backward, unsure what was happening and not wanting to get caught up in anything she couldn’t explain.
The shimmering only lasted for a couple of seconds, and Ahn’s clothes were completely different when it stopped. The rough, slightly soiled shirt and pants were replaced with fine, white fabric. The belt around his tunic almost matched hers. “Wow, that’s incredible,” she breathed, hardly trusting her eyes.
"I’m not typically so flamboyant with my gift, but we’re running out of time. I’m sorry if it scared you. I should’ve warned you first; that was unkind of me. Will you forgive me?” Ahn stretched out his hand as if entreating her to agree.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Ahn. I’m not some delicate flower. Besides, your talents are amazing, and I look forward to learning their extent. Maybe tonight you can show me more—of your talents, I mean.” Heat enveloped her, thinking he might have misunderstood her intent. Yet, her correction proved even more awkward than her initial blunder.
Ahn laughed and grabbed her hand. “I knew what you meant. Let’s go.”
The speed with which Ahn dragged her across the deck almost made her head spin, but nothing compared to how her heart raced. Ahn’s plan was crazy. She must be crazy for going along with it. But the idea thrilled her more than she wanted to admit to herself.
She was going to marry Ahn.
A veritable stranger.
While she couldn’t remember her past, she didn’t think that this was something anyone would expect of her. A smile stole across her lips at the idea of being daring and adventurous. Or incredibly foolish and stupid. She couldn’t decide but wasn’t about to dwell on it, either.
In what felt like moments, Ahn had her feet firmly planted on the dock, and they raced hand-in-hand through the thinning crowds of curious onlookers. She tugged hard on Ahn’s hand, finally breaking through his one-track-mindedness.
He stopped and pulled her close to his side, looking down at her with eyes dancing merrily. She leaned close to him and said, “Don’t you think we should slow down? We’re drawing a lot of attention.”
The way Ahn’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced around looked so comical that Barla couldn’t withhold her chuckle. “I don’t think we have to run. We could walk quickly and still make good time. Don’t you think?”
“Beautiful and smart,” he murmured, tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow. He patted it comfortingly and resumed walking at a pace just short of running.
Barla couldn’t keep from looking all around them as they went. She’d never been to a town quite like this one. The houses crowded close to one another along narrow cobbled streets. Children ran through the crowds, chasing each other and calling out merrily. This place could easily be transplanted to small-town coastal America if not for the magic Barla knew everyone possessed.
After several turns down ever-narrowing streets, Ahn stopped at a non-descript dwelling with a chevron painted alongside the door. Barla assumed it had some significance, but she’d have to wait to ask Ahn about it later since the door swung open almost as soon as Ahn finished knocking.
“Captain Ahn! Are you quite all right?” the middle-aged woman asked.
“What? Oh, yes.” He glanced at Barla and grinned before turning back to the woman and saying, “We’ve come for you to perform a marriage ceremony for us. Are you free?”
The woman’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened and shut just like a goldfish. She finally stammered, “Y-yes. Come on in. I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.” She gestured for them to enter her house but never stopped staring at Barla
Chapter Six
TBD
Ahn stopped in the middle of the large living room and turned to face the wise-woman.
“Where is the groom, Ahn?” the woman asked, glancing over her shoulder as if she expected someone to appear at her front door any second.
“You’re looking at him,” he said, hooking his thumb toward himself and grinning even broader. “Barla and I would like to get married.”
The wise-woman’s jaw dropped in the most unbecoming fashion, but she clicked it shut and woodenly nodded. “Okay, I’ll get my things and be right back.”
Ahn leaned close to Barla’s ear and said, “You’ve only got a few moments to call this off.” His chest painfully constricted at the idea of her changing her mind, but he could never live with himself for not allowing her to leave.
Barla’s eyebrows drew close together, and her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. “Why would I do that?” Her cheeks blushed prettily, and her bottom lip drew in to be trapped by her teeth.
He’d never seen anyone so beautiful in all his life. If only this could be a real marriage based on love and not convenience—ugh, he couldn’t let himself go down that twisty trail. All he needed was some time to prove to her that he was worthy of her love and trust. Maybe then she’d stay even if her memories somehow returned.
His attention was diverted to Copa’s return to the living room with a large chest decorated with gemstones in a brilliantly patterned landscape. Such treasures were gifts from Jehoban and were typically only seen at special ceremonies such as marriages and birth-crystal assignments for infants.
His fingers intertwined with Barla’s, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Electricity pulsed between them, and he didn’t try to pull away or allow her to do so either. He would see this ceremony through to the end and mean every word in it. If only she could do the same.
To be continued soon...
Chapter Seven
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Chapter Eight
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