Flight Book Two
Heather M. Sharpe
Twenty years ago, Cedric found his mate’s dead body in a heap at the base of a cliff. Ever since, he has dedicated what’s left of his life to serving the Council. But after a lifetime of being their Enforcer, he’s finally had enough and has asked to be released from his duties. One last job, one last innocent to protect, and then he can disappear.
Until a mysterious woman in the woods offers him something he never dreamed he’d get: a chance to reclaim the love he thought he’d lost forever.
Cedric is overjoyed at a chance to have Taryn back and jumps at the offer. But his last assignment won’t leave him alone to rekindle their relationship. With a warning that Taryn’s time could be limited, and with a dangerous stalker on the loose, Cedric must try to unravel the mystery behind Taryn’s accident twenty years ago. If he plays it wrong, he could lose his love, his career, and his life…or reclaim it all.
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About Heather M. Sharpe
"Leave it. It's perfect. I'd like an answer, however, to my question. What's going on?"
Cedric ran a hand through his hair nervously. "If I answer, you'll eat?”
She tilted her head slowly, not a full nod but affirmation.
"Fine. I'll answer. Just give me a sec to get it all sorted out.”
With his promise, she tore into the sandwich. Cedric was almost distracted from his dilemma by the butter that escaped to run down her chin. In no time at all, she'd finished her breakfast, and he scooted his plate to her across the smooth black counter. She picked his up and arched one brow at him expectantly.
"You were in a coma.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he had a chance to consider them. In hindsight, it was a perfectly logical explanation. It would explain the missing time in her memory, and he wouldn't have to lie if she asked about any of the events leading up to the memory gap.
Absently she returned the biscuit to the plate. Her brow creased, and her eyes darted back and forth as she searched her memory in an attempt to confirm or deny his absurd claim.
"For twenty years. I seem different because I am. I'm old."