The Second Day Out And Already He Knew It Wouldn't Last Long. A Week At Most And He'd Be Leading Her

The second day out and already he knew it wouldn't last long. A week at most and he'd be leading her back to civilization. His worries centered around finding shelter, finding food, keeping her going.

He should have worried about the guards and dogs on their trail, the threats that neither miles nor terrain could erase. And because of that he was bound and bleeding in the snow, his oldest companion laying dead, her whines ringing in his ears as his wife bled and pleaded for his life behind him. There would be no rest now. There would be no peace.

Havelock had taken his chances and had failed. His grief was a bitter pill.

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She knew she wouldn't have to hold Tia's hand. The woman was far too strong for that. But Milli wanted to hold her hand anyway, not to help Tia through the pain, but so that when Tia remembered getting the tattoo, it would always be coupled with the feeling of a loved one's hand holding hers.

Unequivocally!

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