Ok, Descended fans–here’s a teaser excerpt from Chapter 12:
Penryn Quay, Cornwall
“Kieran, wait!” Kyleinan leapt from the sand and her slippered feet pounded up the quay. “Let me come with you!”
Kieran reached out for the rope line and towed his boat back alongside the dock. “I’m sailing the Isles of Scilly, Reed. I’ll be gone most the day.”
Kyleinan laughed as she took hold of the boat’s line and swung herself over the bow. “Perfect!” She settled herself beside him, her skirts billowing about her in a puddle of blue damask. “Please take me with you, Key. You know Bryher is one of my favorite places.”
Kieran forced his gaze from her radiant smile. “We’re not children anymore, Kyleinan. Your father will take issue with me if he finds out I spent the day alone with you.”
Kylei looked out over the empty harbor, toward the bay, glittering like sapphires in the early morning sunlight. Her lips quirked and her violet eyes glowed. “Who’s to tell?”
The wind shifted, carrying the scents of the river, the verdant grass of the distant hills. The delicate tones of Kylei’s perfume teased Kieran’s senses. As he watched, the breeze blew two long curls back over her shoulder, revealing the white expanse of her collarbones, framed in the exposed lace of her shift. Ivory satin bows fluttered at her bodice.
Kylei’s cheeks flushed and Kieran realized she’d caught him staring. He glanced down, his fingers clenched on the rough hemp rope.
The boat rocked and Kylei braced her hand against the mainmast. The wind whipped another strand of hair free, and she tucked it back behind her ear. “I once overheard you telling Jaeden what you feel when you sail this boat,” she said. “You said it’s the closest thing to flying you’ve ever known.”
Kieran looked up, met her direct gaze.
“Teach me to sail, Kieran,” she said softly. “I want to fly with you.”