12-04-2017, 12:52 AM
Reagan
I want you to know that I'm all yours; you and me, we're the same force.
She had taken a step back, gratefully and yet, begrudgingly. Suddenly in the midst of everything, she had a new family, raising her child with the man who would become her best friend… but nothing more. He had saved her life, given her a child, and a new purpose. He had rescued her from the trees, and then….
Had chosen another. With a smile and sad eyes, he gave her a lingering kiss goodbye, and her heart, though it still thudded whenever he was near, had quieted to a dull roar while she watched him carry on with his life. And she with hers.
They raised their daughter together.
She had learned to be happy again.
A quiet life for the formative years of her child’s life. Ceara. That wild thing that clung to her father like a ghost. She could barely keep a handle on the way the fiery girl ran through the islands, instead content to let Offspring have his influence over his child. Reagan was so used to being in charge of everything—controlling everything—that it was nice for her to take a step back and breathe.
A vacation and a break that she has well deserved.
But now it is time for her to resume her life, and to see what else it has in store for her.
She has been through the ever growing list of changing kings. They are as fluid as the sea, the names clinging to the history of the world—a world she helped to build. She is at ease now, a peaceful look resting in her features as she turns calm eyes to the riotous volcano she has now learned to love.
Her body lurches with expectation as she is made aware. She’d know him anywhere. Seeing nothing more than his shadow cast across the bluff, she sighs contentedly.
“Hello, Stranger. Where have you been keeping yourself?”