Rhiannon felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She and her boyfriend, Kane had been together for three years the January just gone. Back in high school, their peers had thought that they were a perfect couple, one who would stay together forever. Rhiannon and Kane both firmly believed the same thing.
They'd never been tested quite like they had that April before. Sure, they'd had fights, but the night Kane's mother called her, Rhiannon's world changed. Her perfect little bubble of just her and Kane burst in an instant.
He'd gone out on his family's yacht as he often did when there was a clear blue sky and calm, steady seas. Kane's father had been driving and he'd been sitting on the edge, trailing his hand in the deep blue water as they glided along. Kane's father stopped suddenly, forgetting to warn his son, who toppled overboard and into the water, sinking fast into the water.
His father let out a yell and stopped the boat, rushing over to the edge and looking down. The water was so dark a blue that you couldn't see down. Panicking, he took off his shirt and dived in after Kane. It took him 10 nibutes to find Kane and pull him back up to the surface. He lay him in the boat and waited to see if he'd wake up. But he didn't. Turning the boat back on, Kane's father drove the boat speedily back to the peer and called an ambulance.
Rhiannon couldn't believe her eyes when she walked into the hospital room early that evening. Unconcious, his dirty blonde hair was still faintly damp and his closed eyelids concealed the normally shining lime green eyes Rhiannon badly wanted to see open. He was tucked up tight in hospital blankets and was deathly pale, looking very weak and sickly just lying there helplessly.
Much to everyone's relief, Kane woke up three weeks after the accident. But he couldn't remember a thing. "Who are you?" He asked Rhiannon the first time he saw her. "Nurse, are these my parents?" He asked when they come to see him.
Rhiannon realised that because of Kane's condition, she had to be strong for the both of them. But it was hard. All she could think was whether he'd ever remember her, remember them, again. It was a test. How strong is love? How powerful? Is it stronger than fear? Is it stronger than worry?
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My friend, author L.l Hunter's new book, Blood and Stone, the second book in the Legend of the Archangel series is out now. Here's a blurb for you:
After the death of Kat, Jacob flees and goes off on his own
But when he discovers that her soul is missing and being held captive by the Lucifites, he sets off on a mission to get it back.
Blackmail leads to revenge and revenge leads to blood.
Will he fulfill his task, or will the bloodshed reveal a new side of Jacob?
On the way he uncovers a secret plot, one that leaves the Nephilim race in danger of being wiped out. Will Jacob and his friends be able to stop the rebellion before it happens?
Is love stronger than revenge?
Blood & Stone is out now from Amazon & Kindle
