The Kingdom

“Maybe the funeral will help,” he said. “I’ll be there to look after her.”

“And Tilly?”

“Of course, I’ll look after Tilly.” He bent and scratched behind Angus’s ear nubs. “And you take care of her,” he said to the dog.

“He will.”

Thane straightened. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”

I brushed a hand against the mark near my temple left by the oar. “It’s just a bump and a bruise. No concussion. I’m fine.”

“Still, I wish I could convince you to stay. At least for a few more days. I don’t like the idea of you being on the road alone. It’s too soon.”

“You know I can’t stay,” I said softly. “It’s too dangerous for me here.”

“Yes, I know.”

But I wasn’t just running scared. I was going home where I belonged. We both understood that. We each had unfinished business.

“Thane…I need to tell you something your grandfather said to me about Harper… .”

“I heard.” Anger flashed across his handsome face. “Don’t take this on yourself, Amelia. He had no right.”

“I wish there was something I could do.”

“There is. Go back to Charleston and find a way to be happy. That’s what I want for you.”

“I want that for you, too.”

Thane tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Maybe if we’d met before…”

“Maybe. But things happen for a reason. And we’ll always be connected. You saved my life. You brought me back from the other side.”

His eyes were very green in the sunlight. As lush and deep as a Carolina marsh. “If you ever need me…”

My throat tightened. This was harder than I thought it would be. “I’ll miss you.”

“This isn’t goodbye,” he promised. “I’ll see you again.” He smiled then, bringing us truly full circle. Only this time, I knew that behind that deceptively charming smile was a complex man, one who cared very deeply. One who would move heaven and earth to find the woman he still loved.

A little while later, I stood at the rail and watched the shoreline recede. Thane towered over Tilly and Sidra, and I knew that I would always remember him that way. Not as an Asher. Not as a pawn in his grandfather’s cruel game. But as the protector of strays.

Farther down the shore, I saw a shadow emerge from the trees, coat flapping in the breeze. Was he real or had I dreamed him? Was he a guardian or a watcher like the old white-haired ghost of Rosehill Cemetery? Whoever he was, whatever he was, I had a feeling our paths would cross again someday. He was there one moment, gone the next, and I turned to face the other shore as we inched our way home.

Halfway across Bell Lake, my phone dinged, alerting me to an incoming text.

My heart quickened as I opened the message from Devlin.

It read simply: I need you.