The world that I was born into was ruled by chaos and fear; yet, all my mother and father wanted was for their little girl to grow up on a peaceful patch of heaven on earth. Fires burned in distant cities that I was never supposed to see. Wars raged in countries that were on the other side of a planet that was too big for me to ever explore. But on our homestead in a rural stretch of what was once the state of Pennsylvania, there was only love and light to guide me. My parents tried to protect me from all of the evil that was spilling out into every corner of the world. They tried – and they failed.
My dad, Gabriel Poole, loved his wife and daughter more than he loved his own life. Unfortunately for him, there came a day when he had to honor that oath. He and Mama went to their graves trying to protect me from scavengers – bands of mercenaries that roamed the lands looking to steal, to kill, and to ravage any decent remains of human society. When the fight for our home and for our lives was finally over, I had nothing left but ruined memories of love and horrific nightmares of those I had lost so terribly.
From treasured jewel to slave girl, and now, secret warrior for a clan that was supposed to have been killed off decades ago. But, despite the orders I was sent to carry out, I’m not here to fight the good fight. I’m here for one purpose only – vengeance.
A smiling face, halfway hidden by a fluffy pillow, looks up at me. Love beams bright in that one blue eye. A sudden stream of tears washes away the endearing vision. When my eyes open, the dream vanishes back behind the veil of thin air it was summoned from. I know I should abandon these wandering thoughts of you, but the memories refuse to budge.
Never consummated, always a seductive fantasy we danced and teased our way around. Sweet kisses, cozy hugs, tender words spoken under moonlit skies. That was our story, and it was perfection.
Kind people say that I should move on toward new horizons. They can’t see how the sun doesn’t appear as golden to me now that I’m perched up on this hilltop all alone. Lonely in a room filled with lively souls. A feeling that no one else will ever quite understand until the experience is draped around them. Their symphony of laughs isn’t nearly enough to distract me from reminiscing about the quiet giggles we once shared.
I remember a joke whispered from your soft lips paused at my ear. A small grin tugs my cheeks. It is one of very few to visit me lately, and there is no promise of another in the near future. Best friend. Confidant. Amore. Hero. I miss you.
The roaring thunder from another approaching storm calls me to sleep again. Again, with you constantly on my mind.
Like a moth drawn to a sizzling flame…Can I ever be free of him?…Unquenchable allure…in those deceptive promises of forever…What is it about you…that refuses to release me…from the spell of roguish blue eyes and soft rosy pink lips…that I want to forget…to taste in a spiraling kiss…all in the same breath…that tempt me continually as they drip with greedy need for my gentle curves…hunger for my butterscotch skin…Escape…then recapture…a seemingly endless cycle of wanting you desperately…running from your dangerous charm…circling round to wanting you with a renewed, forbidden passion…again…Let me go…take me back…Forgetting you…calling you close once more…Too much…Its always too much when our lives collide together in a blinding, infernal spark…secrets confessions from fingertips…so no one else will hear our weakness…I love you…I hate you…I love you more, he says…two hearts confessing undeniable obsession with our intoxicating, erotic…strangely blissful…misery…loves company…Never read this…Never see these words…Never know how much I crave you…to touch your consuming flame…to feel the sting of wretched desire…one last time…Like a curious, timid moth drawn to an inferno of dripping wet delights…Let me go, I whimper…take me back, he whispers…Love you…hate me…
Assurance…I cannot breathe as I hope and pray that my frosty ears have not deceived me. Has the time come for my wounded heart to finally be mended? Could it be possible that our great romance has finally been reawakened from a weary and worrisome slumber?