Sage lifted his head again, and I shut my eyes. It was beautiful…far more beautiful than I thought I actually looked in my sleep. I could see his tools laid out beside the picture: rocks in several sizes and shapes, a couple of twigs…the most rudimentary materials, and yet what he was etching into the floor wouldn’t look out of place on an art gallery wall. What was he doing? Moving only my eyes, I glanced down at the dirt floor in front of him… I forced myself to slowly count to ten before I opened my eyelids the tiniest bit and peeked through my lashes. I held my breath and willed my eyes not to pop open and see if he was staring.įinally the scratching started up again. He glanced up, and I quickly closed my eyes, feigning sleep. I welcomed the chance to study him without his knowledge. I had felt it in my dreams, and it was even more true in real life. Whatever else he was, Sage was by far the most magnetic man I had ever seen.
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