Breaking Free:Others of Edenton: Book 4(3)By: Brandy L Rivers
His lips descended on hers, and she gripped him tightly.
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62 years ago
After eight perfect years, Declan stood at the window of their cabin high up in the Rocky Mountains. DeMarco was coming, and there was only one way to keep the love of his life and their children safe. To run, alone, and never look back. His heart was splintering into a million pieces, but he’d sworn he would never let Malachi touch her, and this was the only way to ensure her well-being.
“Come back to bed, love,” Moira murmured sleepily.
What I wouldn’t give to stay here with her, with my family, forever.
He let his breath out slowly. “We need to talk, Moira.”
Concern played across her face as she pulled the top blanket around her and climbed from bed to cross the room. Sadness crept into her eyes as she leaned against the wall beside him. “Please, don’t start this again. I’m begging you, Declan. Don’t tell me it’s the only way.”
“There is no other way, my love. As much as I want to stay here, with you, it only puts our children and us in danger. Unfortunately, the further apart we are, the safer we all are.”
“Do you want your children growing up without their father?”
“I will bring Devlin with me. I’m the only one who can teach him to control his dreams.”
She let the blanket fall open as she took his hands, gripping them tightly. “But he’s a healer. You can’t teach him how to heal.”
“No, but he can learn that easily enough. No one needed to teach you to work the miracles you do. There are very few Dreamwalkers left. I’m the only one who can show him the path in a way it won’t corrupt him.”
“And Fallon? I can’t train her to use her magic. I don’t even know where to start.”
“She’s strong, Moira. Fallon will teach herself. She’s too curious not to figure it out, and Gabriel will never be far from your side. He can be her mentor. If it weren’t for me, he would have taken you for a partner.”
“I don’t love Gabriel as anything more than a friend, a brother even. I can’t lose you. I need you, Declan.”
“Moira, darling, you need to be strong for Fallon. We need to keep our children safe.”
Tears filled her eyes. “Of course we do, but we can do it together.”
“No. I’m sorry. If I stay, then DeMarco will find us. If I run, they’ll follow me, and I can keep going without ever being found.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Malachi wants me dead for what I took from him. DeMarco expects you to stay with your protector. I’ll leave a trail, lead them one direction, and go elsewhere. And I’ll keep leading them away until I find a way to end DeMarco for good.”
Through tear-filled eyes, understanding, or maybe determination dawned in her expression. “Hurry then. Come back to me with my boy.” She pressed a kiss to his lips.
Deep down, he knew their goodbye was final. He would only ever see her again in his dreams. “As soon as I can find a way to end DeMarco for good,” he promised. He hauled her off her feet and carried her back to the bed to make love to her one last time, needing to see a smile light her face once more.
One chance, that’s all he had. Devlin sat in his hotel room, finally feeling some semblance of freedom. How long it would last? There was no telling, but he needed to make an attempt.
Simply holding the medallion on the white-gold chain drowned out the humming noise that had filled his head for so long he had forgotten what peace felt like. Twenty years of constant static, all thanks to the Dales and the wards their dark mages had placed on him, blotting his last connection to the outside world.
Holding his breath, he slipped the chain over his head. His wards completely disintegrated the disruptive spells.
Built-up tension from years of fighting the dark magic melted away. He took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly. Peace washed through him. The relief was immense. Devlin slumped onto the bed, his eyelids sliding shut, succumbing to real sleep for the first time in ages.
The moon shone bright over a crystal clear lake. Thousands of stars were reflected, like floating diamonds sparkling. The breeze blew gently through red cedar, pine, and maple. The clean mountain air reminded him of camping with his family when he was a boy.