Oh, fine. I guess you've been relentlessly tortured with waiting for long enough. Short chapter. Now, Shea is the main character in this chapter.
Shea POV.
I have been finding things at my door morning after morning. And a poem. His name, according to the gifts and poems, is Zane. I believe it means "Ambush". His poem said:
You are a star, shining brilliantly above the land. A desert rose standing out among the sand. Your eyes are like the sun, lighting the way through the darkness of this cruel world. Your skin is like a snowy silk, cool and soft. Your lips are like rose petals, dazzling and sensuous. You already stole my heart away, Shea.
From Zane.
All I can think about is him. He is in the air I breathe, the sights I see, the items I touch. His eyes are icy blue. His skin is nearly snow pale, not as pale as me, though. I was the exact color of snow. His hair was the color of sand, very much amazing. I wish he was mine... But, then again, he is mine.
Zane POV.
I hope she got my gifts.
