She traced the picture with her finger. Committing the painting to memory and the words beneath them.
Jacy, son of the great chieftain, lover of water, bringer of moons. Son of amorok.
He hadn't changed much. Less feathers in the hair, she thought. He was still the youthful face with kind storm colored eyes. Maybe it made sense to her then. Why he was distant. Why he told her to stay away from the water. Kyle stood behind her with a gleaming smile on his face. All teeth… Continue