It wasn’t that Breanna didn’t know what Tristen was like before she got involved with him- she did, but she couldn’t help her attraction to this hypnotic Adonis. And she also knew that nothing could ever come from her fantasy of him, but something did. She couldn’t believe it when she learned that he shared her same feelings, but her dreams were quickly diminished when she also learned the truth about his hidden activities with an evil cult. For the love of her, he would give up everything, but it wasn’t that easy, and his past soon haunted them, when his sect drew her into the evil fold to lure him back, inevitably frightening her away from him. The journey of love was a difficult venture for them, condemned by the face of evil, and saved by the Arms of The Angel.
Tristen nervously looked down at his fuel gage as he flew over the raging ocean, singing to himself to take his mind off the flashing red light indicating his fuel was low. ‘Another thirty four miles,’ he told himself, as his eyes searched for signs of land, knowing he surely should see it in the distance, but all he could see was ocean. He’d been quite foolish not filling up the tank before he left, but his mind wasn’t thinking at the time, and it was an action he was sure to now regret.
He heard the engines sputter as they struggled to turn, then the quietness when they died. His head rested back as the wind carried the plane through the sky. His mind thought back to the time when he’d had to eject from a jet many years earlier, which had saved his life, but now that wasn’t an option, and his quick thinking mind now seemed dulled. For all he’d given up, and for all he’d suffered, he now faced his final reward, and although his soul was at rest, his proverbial heart ached to see Breanna’s smile just one last time.
Just one last time…