Shine: The Knowing Ones
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As the day came to a close they dried off, got changed, and walked along the beach, hand in hand in the setting sun.
“I’m so glad you brought me here,” she said. “This has been awesome, your parents are awesome. It all feels like home.”
Trin glanced down at her, the setting sun catching his eyes for a split second, accentuating the ice blue beneath his black lashes. “We are your home,” he replied squeezing her hand. Then he caught sight of something glinting against her chest. “What’s this?” he said. With his fingers he lifted a small golden locket that hung around her neck.
Sam smiled, took the locket from him, and opened it. Inside was a faded black and white photo of an old woman. He looked more closely and realized it was Natasha.
Raising his eyes in surprise he asked “Where did you get this?”
Sam looked back down at the locket. “When I took you to my Grandma’s yesterday,” she replied. “After you left to go pack I dug around in her attic and found this.” She gazed up at Trin. “It was the only picture she had of her.”
Trin shook his head, smiling in amazement. “That’s awesome.”
Sam looked down at the sand as the waves rushed over her feet. “It makes me feel closer to her. Even Russia, as intense as that whole thing was, somehow felt like home.”
Trin grinned looking out over the water. “Well, that’s a good thing because we’ll be going back.”
Sam stopped and glanced up. “What do you mean?” she asked. Her only association with Ivanova was impending danger and stress.
“The conduit has been restored,” he said, looking out over the water. “They want their Oracle back.” He glanced down at her with a half grin. “We have an important ceremony to attend.”
She did a quick read of his unshielded aura, and a sweet smile spread across her face. “Yeah,” she replied, “I guess we sorta have to be there for that one, don’t we?”
He gazed down at her with a curved smile and sunlit eyes, taking both her hands in his. “Sorta,” he replied. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Amy Freeman has been writing since childhood. She grew up studying ballet and continues taking class to this day. Amy holds a degree in Criminal Justice and lives in St. Augustine, Florida with her husband and youngest son, Jackson.