Series: The Light Chronicles #1
Genres: Fantasy, Romance, Young Adult
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Ashlyn – a free-spirited teenager whose peaceful life is shattered when the village elders honor her with a perilous quest to recover a stolen relic.
Zane – a jaded mercenary, torn by his undeniable desire for Ashlyn and the dark secret that could make her hate him forever.
Delistaire – a malevolent sorcerer driven by an insatiable lust for power.
All three are bound together by an ancient relic supposedly infused with the power of a Goddess.
Shadow Fire - adventure, passion, secrets, and betrayal
As Ashlyn and Zane race to stay one step ahead of the evil lurking in the shadows, their passions are ignited and their bond strengthens. But will they find the relic before Delistaire? Or has their entire quest been orchestrated from the very beginning by a madman in pursuit of ultimate power?
We walk in silence for what seems like several hours. The sun is at midday, yet we still haven’t
stopped to rest. Zane isn’t holding my hand like he was in the forest. Of course, there’s nothing
for me to trip over on this wide clear road, with the exception of the ruts from the wagon wheels.
I miss feeling his strong hand gripping mine. Perhaps I should just be bold like Celeste and take
his hand if I want to hold it. The thought leads to a tiny giggle escaping my mouth. I’m mortified
when Zane glances back at me, his right eyebrow arched.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he stops walking. My face must be crimson. When I don’t answer, he
places his hand on my forehead. “You’re quite warm. Maybe we should rest for a little bit.”
I nod my agreement and sit down in the tall grass on the side of the road. Hopefully the grass
will conceal my red face from view. Zane does one last survey of our surroundings before
lowering himself to the ground next to me.
“Here,” he says, handing his canteen to me, “Have some water. It’ll help you feel better. Be sure
to tell me in the future when you need to rest.”
Nodding, I take a slow drink while trying to calm my racing heart. Then another unbidden
thought enters my mind, and I picture his lips on the same flask. I choke on the drink I’m taking.
Zane pats my back as I sputter and cough. So embarrassing. I wonder what other evils my mind
has planned for me.
“I’m okay,” I say, handing the flask back, “but I think I’ll hold off on water for a while.”
Settling on my back in the thick grass, I hide my red face beneath my arm. Just a couple of
minutes and the flush will fade. If I don’t stop blushing around him, he’ll start to think red is my
natural skin color. I feel movement in the grass beside me. His fingertips trace a feather light
caress along the arm slung over my face. Lowering my arm, I breathe out a tiny gasp. Zane’s face
is within inches of mine. I watch his lips curl into a slight smile as his hand moves from my arm
to caress my cheek. His garnet eyes are mesmerizing, trapping me within the twin pools of fire.