Chapter Sixteen

SAGE

AFTER a few splashes of cold water on his face, Sage 's anger was smoldering. What did he do? It's not like you're begging Irena to sleep with you. She did it herself.

He shook his head. How was last night? The fear around him was almost tangible. Something in the past scared him. It wasn't just a plane crash, though she seemed desperate to convince him that was the case. There is something more. A deep fear.

Although he wanted to hate her for the way she treated him, he couldn't. Maybe she was just as devastated as he was, and he couldn't blame her. After all, if he wasn't her father, she wasn't his past.

He rubs his face as he examines his reflection. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of how wonderful it felt to have Irena in his arms. She leaned on him. The warmth of her body and the feel of her flesh under his hand seemed to be etched in her mind.

Focus, Sage , he sings in his head. Today they had to get out of the mountains and into the snow before dark. Then