CHAPTER 22
The sun peaked over the horizon the moment his eyes locked on her. Declan could not breathe, could not move. Was he finally losing his mind? Or was she really there, across the lawn, running so slowly in the morning mist through the lush, green grass.
She moved like he remembered. She glistened with sweat and her pale face was flushed red. She breathed heavily as her heart clamored inside her chest at an alarming, human rate.
And she looked at him.
Hazel eyes like long ago, reflecting the dark green hue of the landscape. But there was something different there now, some wisdom only age could bring, some worldliness one gained when they have shuffled off childish dreams.
And a ring of gold.
Declan was paralyzed.
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