(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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I get out of the car just as Jane does and wonder if Owen is doing alright back home. I hate going on Jane's missions and hate wondering what Owen would do when he's alone. I've already caught him clutching glass or a kitchen knife several times. For now, I'd have to trust that he's asleep.
I feel the crisp cold whisp of distant waves against my cheeks when I meet the night air. The smell of fish and salt gets to me as I scan our surroundings. The dark southern vans on the other side of the abandoned dock stare right back at me and armed men get out not long after.
But there's one particular man that gets my attention. Climbing out of a grey classic sports car is a black-haired man with steely silver eyes and dark blue paint on his leather jacket.
I freeze. Every muscle in my body stands taunt with the impossible scenario playing out in front of me.
"You must be the South's leader," Jane addresses the man that takes a position in front of his men.
What makes me almost black out with shock is the girl that gets out from the passenger seat of the classic sports car. She tucks her purple wig behind her ear as she walks up to the dark haired man. I watch her shiver against the cold in her short dress. But it's when the dark-haired man puts his arm around her that I notice the paint on his leather jacket and everything clicks.
"It's good to finally meet the real Sterling leader. You may call me Kyle," The dark-haired man says to Jane before he lets his silver gaze land on me with amusement. "Long time, no see, brother," he says.
I cannot explain the utter shock taking hold of my entire body. Everything feels too surreal. It's a dream. It has to be a dream. Or more likely, a nightmare.
There's no way in hell that my brother can be alive. I... I watched him get shot... He had a funeral... I scattered his ashes in the sea... This can't possibly be real. The more logical explanation would be that this is a ghost standing in front of me. A ghost so clearly having his arm around a very much alive Myra. A ghost that's apparently the leader of the South.
"You two are brothers?" Jane asks confused.
"Why yes, Jane dear. However Blake and I haven't made contact since I faked my death almost five years ago and became co-leader of the South," the ghost says smoothly. He keeps his amused gaze on me, but I'm too stunned to react properly. I can't even say something.
