Chapter Eight: They know

Christian’s P.o.v.

I can’t believe she has been living in the old Devereaux’s place all this time, How did I not notice that every time I caught whiff of sandalwood, jasmin, coriander with a touch of cinnamon in the air, the wind had been blowing from the east.

Why did I not check the boundary on that side of the barrier more often? When Joe suggested I go there and wait, I thought he would bring Linda there, maybe check if she would have another vision, rattle up a second prophecy on what would come next or something, anything really.. I never expected to see Tara come walking down the path hours later.

I had contemplated leaving several times, to run back to town and tear those traitorous Jackson brothers a new one, just for being near my sweet girl, purely for being a possible threat to her and admittedly also for the hand they most likely had in my misery of the past two decades, but Jack was right. If his son hadn’t stopped me when he did, I certainly would have done more dam