The Keeper's Vow
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Katie ignored the last part and stepped into one of the many tiny storage rooms. There were dozens. All here sitting, waiting. They were all organized by date starting from a few years ago. Katie shifted through them looking for something but never finding it. He’d painted pictures of castles, symbols, his brother, her mother, but nothing of her. She didn’t know why she wanted to see one of her—or why she wanted to prove that he actually cared about her. Her real father. The one who never even really said it.
“He locked me in a house for eight years without uttering so much as a word. He’s not the sentimental type of guy,” Tristan said holding her. She’d gotten her tears and snot all over his shirt. Of all times for him to read her mind this was the first time she really didn’t want him hearing her ugly thoughts. The ones that meant she actually really cared. “If it means anything,” Tristan started, “he moved here and watched you grow up. He cared, he was just a coward and couldn’t say it the way you wanted him to.”
Tristan pulled away from her, and pulled out painting after painting. More than half were of Eshmael. They went from his adolescents to a face speckled in blood. In all of them, the over lapping letters KV were tattooed somewhere on his body. Keepers Vow.
As they studied each painting, Tristan said allowed what Katie thought. “He painted what haunted him. This is borderline obsession.”
“We would be normal if they hadn’t ruined our lives,” Katie said, looking at an unfinished version. What she thought were symbols were just the letter K and V overlapping in different angles.
“The vow ruled their lives. It drove them crazy,” Tristan mumbled. Katie felt a wave of his fear and uncertainty.
“No. It wasn’t the vow. They were selfish. They never looked passed themselves to truly see the other person for who they were. They couldn’t do what we did. What we’ve done,” she said.
Tristan’s blue eyes linked with hers. He understood without her uttering the words.
They loved each other.
Even if they were no longer together—even if they’d settled on just being friends—they would always love and understand each other. They had seen too much of each others soul to let pride or irrational anger get in the way.
Tristan grabbed her hand and they left the shop. The paintings could stay there until the shop got rid of them. She didn’t want them. She didn’t need them.
They had each other and nothing could tear them apart. Not even the Keeper’s Vow.
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed, The Keeper’s Vow. I have to tell you, I really love Katie and Tristan. Many readers have asked: “What happens next?” Well, stay tuned because Guardian Book Two is in the works! Will Katie and Tristan’s love conquer all? I hope so.
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