Delaney felt someone pulling her. She looked up. Her car door had been ripped from its hinges and now someone had unbuckled her seatbelt and was pulling her from her car. Her head throbbed. "Leave me alone."
"Look lady, it's snowing out here and you'll freeze to death. You have a concussion. So shut up and let me help you." She turned and looked at the man, he had brown and gray hair, if the moonlight wasn't playing tricks, and brown eyes. His face, she knew his face. "Tristan?" She gasped.
He pulled back, looking at her. Another image super imposed itself. An image of someone flogging her, at a stone keep. Then just as quickly the image was replaced by him (it had to be him, because he was seeing through his eyes) running down an alleyway in the rain and then having her jump upon him and laughing. He blinked his eyes and looked down at the woman, the cut above the eye, hair haphazardly in disarray about her face and stuck with blood. It had been her. He shook his head, trying to organize his thoughts. He was going crazy.
Thus concludes Part 1 of "Time of the Heart" stayed tuned for Part 2
C.J. Davis