Centaur Legacy
“It wasn’t his scent, or a path through the snow; it was as if I were following his energy. I couldn’t count the number of times I’d called him on my cell or called out to him with my voice and through my mind. I was exhausted. He wasn’t dead, and I was sure he was close.
I could feel his energy getting stronger, more pronounced the further I walked. At the end of the overgrown gravel driveway stood a long forgotten farmhouse. Paint chips peeled up toward the sun as if begging for a little more warmth to escape the frigid air. More fresh snow had fallen today, and no footprints had disturbed the snow but mine. It was early December. I’d gotten back from Florida a week ago and had searched for Drake every waking minute since my return.
I had felt this close before, but each time I felt he was around the next corner, I lost him again. Time alone was my enemy. Each night since my search began, Beau and Daniel were waiting for me at the hotel. Each night I could count on one or both of the...m trying to talk me into returning to San Diego with them.MoreLess
I could feel his energy getting stronger, more pronounced the further I walked. At the end of the overgrown gravel driveway stood a long forgotten farmhouse. Paint chips peeled up toward the sun as if begging for a little more warmth to escape the frigid air. More fresh snow had fallen today, and no footprints had disturbed the snow but mine. It was early December. I’d gotten back from Florida a week ago and had searched for Drake every waking minute since my return.
I had felt this close before, but each time I felt he was around the next corner, I lost him again. Time alone was my enemy. Each night since my search began, Beau and Daniel were waiting for me at the hotel. Each night I could count on one or both of the...m trying to talk me into returning to San Diego with them.MoreLess
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