Phoenix Feather (30 page)
Authors: Angela Wallace
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Trent went back out to that spot the next morning. The pile of ash was still there, undisturbed. He gathered it up and took it deeper into the forest where there was less chance of someone coming upon it. He went back the next day and found it has he had left. He started to worry. Aidan had never done anything like that before. Maybe there was no resurrection after giving up one’s life.
Bryan had taken Chris and Phoebe back to the city and would be coming back for Trent after finishing up a few details on the serial killer case. They still didn’t know the Russian’s identity. Trent wandered around the cabin, doing chores, feeling a heavy loneliness inside him.
He went out again on the third day. When he got to the spot, he stopped. The pile of ash had been scattered in a sweeping circle. At first he thought an animal had gotten to it and he felt a surge of panic. Then a bright light hit his face and he lifted his arm to shield his eyes. There in the tree a few feet away, next to the position of the sun in the distance, perched a small red bird.
Trent felt as though he stopped breathing as they stared at each other. The bird chirped melodiously, did a little dance along the branch, and flew away. Trent couldn’t explain the sense of peace that filled him at that moment. He smiled and turned back toward the cabin. He’d tell Bryan he was ready to go back to the city now.
Epilogue
One Year Later
“I’m flying back tomorrow,” Bryan said.
“How’s everyone doing?” Trent asked. He was on his way up to the cabin. Bryan was in Dallas visiting family for the holidays.
“They’re good. I was the butt of many jokes, most of them revolving around alien abductions and other such disappearing acts.”
Trent smiled. “Was I mentioned in any of them?”
“I told them you were working.”
“I volunteered to work Christmas.”
“I left out that part,” Bryan replied. He paused. “Call me, you know, after.”
“I will.” Trent hung up.
When he got to the cabin, he went into the basement to find an airtight container he could leave in the forest and animals and the elements wouldn’t be able to touch its contents. Then he went upstairs to get some clothes from Aidan’s suitcase. After she supposedly took off last year, Trent went to her apartment and packed some of her things to take to the cabin so it would look as though she had got up and left. He took the box of clothes into the forest to the spot where he had last seen her and hid it in some bushes. He looked for her, but even though he didn’t see her, he felt that she was watching.
He went back to the cabin to wait. Had it been spring or summer, he might have camped out there in a tent, but he had to admit it was too cold. He busied himself with chores: shoveling the drive, chopping wood, and fixing little things around the house. He always kept the little velvet box in his pocket no matter what he was doing. He wanted it ready when she came back.
He heard the phone ring inside the house, so he put down the axe and went to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Trent,” Chris said. “How’s the view?”
Trent glanced out the back window out of habit. The snow-capped peaks glowed white. “Sunny.”
“Have you heard from her?”
Trent held back a sigh. One of them always asked at least once a month—usually Phoebe. “No,” he replied honestly.
“But you expect to?”
Trent frowned. “What makes you say that?”
“It was exactly a year ago we were all up there,” Chris said. “When you left, you didn’t look like it was for a morose trip down self-pity memory lane.”
“It can’t just be happy memory lane?”
“If you insist. But a miracle happened up there last year, and I wouldn’t be surprised if another one did now.”
Trent smiled. Chris could be very perceptive. “Did you guys have a good New Years?”
“Yeah. April’s brother was there. I think he likes Phoebe.” Chris had met his girlfriend at a summer internship program, and the two had been going out since July. Trent liked the two of them together, and Phoebe seemed to be adjusting well to the change in dynamics.
“What does Phoebe think?”
“She’s oblivious. April and I are going to arrange a double date.”
Trent chuckled at the idea. “Good luck with that.”
“Trent...” Chris paused. “Tell her hi, if you talk to her.”
“Of course.”
They said goodbye, and Trent went back out to finish chopping wood. He froze before he reached the woodpile. There she was, standing across the yard in between two trees, her hair falling in dark red waves around her shoulders, her eyes gleaming amber with the remnants of her inner fire. She was more beautiful now than he remembered, if that was even possible. She smiled shyly and took a small step toward him.
They met halfway, and just stared at each other for a long time.
“Thanks,” Aidan said finally, and gestured at the sweats and sweatshirt he had left for her. “Usually I take time to prepare for this, but I had been in a hurry.”
Trent smiled and pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“Oh,” she breathed when he let her go. “I’ve missed that.”
He took a step back and got down on one knee, vaguely noting that the snow was going to soak his jeans. He reached into his pocket for the velvet box. “I’ve waited a year for this.” He pulled it out and opened the lid. He held the ring up to her. “Aidan Quinn, will you marry me?”
Her brows dipped as she studied the ring, and Trent watched her eyes widen as she recognized exactly what kind of pearl he had custom fastened in the center, crowned on all sides by the tiniest diamonds. She held out her hand to him.
“Oh yes, Trent McCain. I will.”
He got up and slipped the ring on her finger. Then she kissed him and laughed in delight.
“Can I cook you something?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m famished,” she replied. “Tell me all that’s happened while I was away.”
Trent wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked back to the cabin. His patience and endurance had been rewarded. Aidan was back in his arms, and he was going to marry her. He had fallen in love with a mythological creature thousands of years old, and she had fallen in love with him.
Acknowledgements
First and foremost, all thanks and glory be to God in the highest. Any and all inspiration, semblance of talent, and success comes from Him. Next, I want to thank my mom for her unfailing support and encouragement, and for her idea about the engagement ring: loved it. Thank you, Katie, for being my personal cheerleader while I wrote
Phoenix Feather
and for reading every word of it with enthusiasm, and thanks to my Knights of the Dragon Pen, Alina and Helen, for your feedback and last minute critiques. I love you all.
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