In between the dreams, Sterling slowly pieced himself back together. Memories of who he was and what Casimer had made him into started to separate themselves. His identity was revealing itself to him, although not always in chronological order, making things harder to keep straight.
Every now and then, a pleading voice would draw him, but reaching for it brought too much pain, and he was still missing too much. But now, the voice he knew belonged to the girl with those mesmerizing eyes, was crying. It was filled with so much anguish, he couldn’t ignore it.
He could remember little of anything, and make sense of even less, but one thing he knew–he was responsible for the girl, Larkspur. His whole being was devoted to her protection. After his failure long ago, he had made a promise.
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