Stolen Away : A Time Travel Romance (The Swept Away Saga Book 4) by Solomon Kamery

Author:Solomon, Kamery [Solomon, Kamery]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Happily Ever After Publishing
Published: 2017-09-26T04:00:00+00:00

“How much did Randall tell ye?”

Settling against the wall, I pulled her close to my side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Reluctance filled me at the idea of spilling my secrets to her, but I had a thread of hope now. She’d sworn to stay with me, to understand. Whether or not that would happen remained to be seen, but she’d reached out. All I could do was bare my soul and hope she still saw some light in it.

“Only the name. Callaghan.” She sounded hesitant, worried, as she should be. “Your brother.”

My gut twisted, his image swimming in my mind. He was so happy and alive, ready to fulfil whatever the gods predestined for him.

I had changed all of that in my stupidity. Because of me, his life had been snuffed out by darkness, taken by the very power I’d sought to save my people, forfeit by my willingness to listen to and trust Thomas Randall.

“I want ye to know,” I expressed quietly, leaning my head against hers. “What I am about to tell ye has weighed heavily on me for near a decade. I have not told another soul what occurred, scared for my own well-being.” Sucking in a sharp breath, I caught myself in the half-truth. “Out of cowardice.”

I chewed on my lip for a beat before continuing, grateful she didn’t interrupt me. “Everything I have done since this . . . incident . . . has been an attempt to clear my conscience. My devotion to The Order, the visits to my family when we make port in Africa—”

I cut off short, gazing at the rocks with deadpan eyes, swallowing the lump that formed in my throat. The strain of it made my voice weaker, causing my next omission to come out as a pained whisper. “Even the saving of a poor maid on the beach of Oak Isle, whose beautiful face spoke to my soul through the darkness that said I did not deserve her.”

Her grasp fisted in my shirt, her figure pressing along me harder, but she remained silent.

Clenching my jaw, I surrendered to the memories I’d hidden from the world, in the words releasing in a rush of horror and relief.

“Callaghan O’Rourke was my adopted brother. A cousin whose mother died in childbirth and father took his own life out of misery from losing her. My grandfather took him in before he was even a year old. When my parents left this world, I went to live with them. From then on, Cal and I were inseparable.”

I could still hear his giggling as we ran through the woods outside our home in La Coruña, our ten-year-old selves having stolen a fresh pie from Gran. We’d eaten the entire thing in the branches of a tree, stuffing our mouths until our bellies could handle no more. When Grandfather found us an hour later, he ate what remained and then took us home, bending us over a fence and giving us a beating we’d not soon forget while Gran watched.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.