Читать книгу The Shielded Heart - Sharon Schulze - Страница 8

He’d lingered here too long.

Heart pounding hard in his chest, Swen rolled onto his back and stared at the night-shadowed ceiling.

He could not halt the images his traitorous mind painted there.

Past, present…

Future?

He closed his eyes, yet the illusions taunted him.

He lay there, eyes open, as scenes played themselves out before his unwilling gaze. How he hated them, and himself—powerless to bring them to an end, powerless to change the cruel hand of fate.

Had he made yet another life for himself—found a place where he’d gained respect, found friends dearer to him than his own family—only to lose everything he valued once again?

The images faded. Despite the weariness and loss weighting him down, Swen climbed out of bed and began to dress.

The only way to escape this curse was to run farther, faster, never allowing his emotions to catch up.

Eyes burning, he stared into the darkness.

Alone. Running all his life.

Why had he believed he could ever stop?