The First Loss (ROGUE X ARA #3) by JD Linton EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: JD Linton
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal / Sci-Fi
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FOUR YEARS AGO
Elora
Spring had always been my favorite—the changing of seasons, the
signal of life, hope, and renewal. As nature woke, it reawakened hope
in me as well. The warm swell in my chest lifted my spirits with the
promise of more: more to come, more life, more happiness and sun and
green and spring showers.
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I strolled over the hill, my gaze falling to the apple grove tucked away
in the valley below, echoed on all sides by hills covered in glowing forests.
With a growing smile, I adjusted the basket in the crook of my elbow before
continuing down the dirt path, my long skirts swishing around my ankles.
Goddess, I love the color of spring, especially here.
The orchard was notoriously Fae-owned, and I’d come to the conclusion
that the land was steeped in magic, as it produced both blooms and fruit
year-round, each tree impervious to the season and in their own stage of
growth.
Even now, the apples were red against emerald green leaves, the blooms
a soft pink that complimented spring’s rainbow of flowers at the bases of
their trunks. All of the trees in and around it were vibrant beneath the
sunshine, rays beaming through the foliage and falling to the lush ground.
It was beautiful in a way no other season could ever hope for.
The orchard was encircled by a small white picket fence, aged and
falling apart in some places, but it had its charms. Its gate was perpetually
propped open, forever inviting any passersby.
As I strolled through the entrance, I bit my lip and glanced around
before setting the basket down to unlace my boots and pull them off. With
boots in hand, I walked toward the nearest tree, the grass thick and soft
under my bare feet as I held my face to the sun. A breeze wound through the
grove and wrapped me in the scent of apple blossoms, caressing my
exposed skin and rustling the leaves as I placed my shoes at the base of a
tree. I took a slow breath and wiggled my toes in the grass; the coolness
revitalized my tired soul.
Scooping my basket from the ground, I continued through the trees,
searching for the best fruit. I was making another apple pie for Alivia, the
daughter of my adoptive father—and my best friend. I, personally, felt like
apple pie was an autumn staple, but she and our father craved it year-round,
and I was happy to oblige. There was something so…magical about the way
food affected people; the darkest of moods could be sweetened by a good
dessert, even if only slightly.
I loved it, touching people’s souls with nothing more than a bit of sugar.
Hums slipped past my lips as I lowered the basket to my hand and
swung it with each step. I strolled for a few minutes, longer than needed,
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