Time to change the outcome.
Emery’s perfect (if not mundane) life will drastically change when she once again encounters Serafina Strong—the day before the wedding, no less—in other words, the worst possible time a bride can meet her fiancee’s knockout ex-lover. Alas, if her rival were not so arrogant, so provoking, Emery would be almost grateful for the adventure Sera’s impromptu visit heralds.
After the Progeny Project, the enforcement system Sera worked for her entire life has been abolished. Quite suddenly, she lost her job and purpose. But there is another role for which she seems uniquely qualified: the heroine of humanity. For in her multi-regenerative lifetime, Sera has died twice and by those same multiple acts of fate, not only was she revived, she was granted the gift of foresight. And with each resurrection Sera’s sight becomes clearer still.
By now, the former Mediator can see the butterfly effect of change as it flutters along the timeline from past to future. Suffice it to say, the prospects for regenkind are dim. Thus commences the adventure. Was not the team of saviors divided at the very onset of their mission by very personal agendas, they might enjoy playing minor gods.
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Teaser from Chapter 1
One could only hope—if ever it came at all—boredom would set in after years of learning everything there was to know about a person. My shoe scuffed a raised edge of the sidewalk, and I nearly tripped. Trudging along, I was still too absorbed in my thinking to take notice and abstractly waved at someone who said something to me from across the street.
Despite not having known my mother, her story persisted in my mind as though she’d really been a part of my life. A combination of what I knew of her as well as Cass’s and my father’s recounting of their own memories conjured a very real image of the woman in my imagination. I often found myself relating my life experiences to what might have been hers.
Case in point, when they’d separated my parents’ marriage had taken over fifteen years to devolve, and that was because they were complacent in their boredom. It was hard not to think Aiden and I were on the fast track and not even married yet. We’d chosen six months from the day of our arrival for the occasion. Now, I wondered whether we were strong enough; if we’d ever reach that fast-approaching point; and if we did, would a fragment of our love have since gotten lost along the way? Stagnation could be our nemesis, just as it had been my parents’.
Rationality told me Aiden and I should have talked this through before doubt ever arose, but he had found Tymony and I was hesitant to bring it up. I didn’t want him to think me ungrateful. I hadn’t forgotten he’d searched it out and found it for me—the grandest gesture ever. Conversely, I’m just as sure he would have chosen to stay in the aftermath of the Progeny Project if he had had it his way (if he were alone). There wasn’t an ounce of country-bumpkin in him. He looked as misplaced here as I’m sure he felt. Yet, he had sacrificed his happiness for mine.
If I was being truly honest with myself, part of me was afraid for three main reasons and not one of them was because he could have changed his mind about Tymony already. In fact, I would go back to 17 in a joint heartbeat regardless of the reasons why we’d originally left. First, there was the issue of my own insecurity: what if I wasn’t invited should he decide he couldn’t bear it here any longer? Second, if he stuck it out with me, he could just as well come to resent me for reducing his life to this. Third, that I was reticent in talking about all of this with him disturbed me, making me question who I was turning into while perhaps answering an earlier question—in a not so comforting way—of whether we were strong enough to overcome the hurdles before us.
Snippet from Chapter 2
Aiden and I were almost married in Tymony’s quaint town center, on a lovely grassy quad before a beautiful stone maiden to bear witness (amongst others). Monday, the day before the event, which was three days, four hours and twenty-seven minutes ago, to be exact, and when my three out of town guests—my dad, aunt, and uncle—were meant to arrive, Serafina Strong crashed our blissful prelude. After only a few minutes of watching my soon-to-be husband and the lovely Serafina together, my feet might as well have been cryogenically preserved in dry ice.
“Sera, I know for a fact my grandmother would not interfere in my life like that. I know Loren,” Aiden had said coldly, his upper body protectively tensed. I listened in a stupor while absently thinking Aiden rarely crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Loren didn’t exactly say, ‘Aiden and Emery don’t belong together,’” Sera said, elevating her voice specifically over the words of the supposed quote. However, I’d heard the whole sentence.
Aiden shifted the square weight on his feet to the left foot; otherwise, his posture remained stiff. I think I heard him say, “If you’re going to use Loren against us it would be helpful to know what she did say.”
Serafina pouted her rosebud-tinted lower lip. “Aiden, no one is ‘against’ anyone. She said she wanted you to be happy and with the right person and it was your choice to make, but you should know, at least, that you still had one—, which of course, you wouldn’t unless I made it clear.” Serafina paused and looked intently at him. “She didn’t say the last part either…that’s me being honest to add authenticity.” She then smiled coquettishly, leaned forward, and slowly reached out to touch his face.