Silver Creek the other side of the door

Argent had spent a life living in the shadow of his father—his mother’s expectations to the great man was hard to live up to, particularly when he held no true memories of Stigmata.

He had thought himself lost after her death—but he now realized that he had been lost a time before. His cowardice had been glaringly obvious now—and the distaste for his choices left him sleepless most nights.

Eshe pulled him from this reverie—his own gaze sliding over the creek and then up to her pretty features, his icy gaze softening. While he might have disliked the way he had handled everything about the past year of his life—he couldn’t bring himself to regret choosing her. How could he, when golden eyes peered up at him from a face kissed with freckles. He had much to atone for—particularly with his children—but he was still optimistic about their return.

“It is,” he offered—muzzled leaning down to brush along her shoulder. “But I think we both know I’ve become partial to the Teekon lands.”