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She jerked awake, and the memory of the waters and storm floay from her Find the deepest place and rise

Jean-Pierre’s ar hair hiding the lower half of his face Part of his lower lip was visible She wanted to kiss it, but what else was new?

She sat up and took a few deep breaths Dreams were an important part of ascended life She knew that But what did it mean that a storm would come from the east and try to drown her?

She wasn’t a fan of syhtforward And what could it possibly mean to find the deepest place and rise? The deepest place of what? The bottom of White Lake?

That made no sense at all

"What is it, chérie? I can hear your thoughts"

"You can hear hed and turned over on his back "Non It was just an expression You are thinking very hard"

"I had a dream about White Lake"

A pause "I areat power, and yours are e"

At that, he lifted up on his elbow "Drowning, chérie?"

"Sort of I was beneath the waters and drowning Do you think it’s just a leftover from my captivity?" She turned to look at him She stretched her preternatural vision and there he was, sitting in a glow of light So gorgeous Her heart hurt, as it see at him

He opened his left ar in the world to fall into that ar warm body They were still in the saether "Jean-Pierre, would you tell , chérie?"

"What happened all those years ago that such a good kind ain? I’ve met a lot of fine women since I’ve been here on Second Earth, several ould have ood wife, a warrior’s wife For you to have re rong for you"

"It was a long tier lax around her The muscles rippled as he flexed and tried to relax only to flex again

She had touched a nerve, but that was not always a bad thing "Truth, Jean-Pierre, remember? You wanted me to speak the truth"

"La vérité," he murmured

"Yes, the truth"

Jean-Pierre tried to still the rising beat of his heart He tried to take a deep breath, but could not Fiona had awakened frohtmare, and noished hiivable To his surprise, the words flowed from him

"She betrayed me, my wife I … loved her so very ersas she plucked at the sheet over his chest

"What was her name?"

"Isabelle Very pretty She was beautiful in a flirtatious way, a pointed chin and such dancing eyes that crinkled alhed a lot She could flirt with her fan better than any woo, was an art"

"She was enchanting"

A faint chuckle left his throat "Oui, she was enchanting But not with me I mean I was enchanted but she always spoke the truth to reat many of my flaws in the years ere rew htless in my speech, in my words--"

At that, Fiona tilted her head up to look at him "I would find that very hard to believe You are always so careful around me and with ain, but gave her a squeeze "You would have to thank Isabelle for that I sos, hurtful words No, she made of me a better man I am convinced of that"

He didn’t want to say ?"

"Eleven years We ain she twisted to look up at him "How old were you?"

"I was nineteen and terribly in love"

"How old was she?"

"Seventeen"

"Did you have any children?"