The world was cold. From the moment Luc set foot on it, he was chilled to the bone. Not surprising. After so many years in fire and darkness, he had become accustomed to the extreme temperature. He wondered how long it would take for him to acclimate. Or if he would at all. Had heat left its mark on him the same way his past had?
Luc huddled on the brown couch, with his arms wrapped around himself, and his knees pulled up to his chest. A shudder rocked him. His toes tingled with numbness. He blew on his fingers to warm them.
The elderly man sitting in the recliner next to Luc pushed to his feet. He wore black pants and a button-up shirt with a white collar. He clutched his cane and hobbled out of the living room, returning a few minutes later with a green blanket from one of the bedrooms.
“You look like you need this.” He held out the blanket.
Luc wrapped the thick fabric around himself, but it did little to warm him. He offered his thanks anyway. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Father Albert.”
“Any time, my boy.”
A grin quirked Luc’s lips. It amused him when Father Albert called him “boy”. Despite looking no older than twenty-five, Luc hadn’t been young for a long time. He didn’t mind, though. Being called that instilled him with hope. He could make amends if he thought of a vast future before him.
Haunted by the guilt that destroyed her family, Rose has shut her heart off. She vows to never let anyone near again lest she hurt them. When she meets Luc, she can’t deny the draw she feels to him.
But the past is not easily forgotten. When Luc’s past finds him, Rose is caught in the middle. Forced to face who he used to be, Luc must decide if he’s willing to give up his chance at redemption to save Rose. But doing so means he won’t be able to hide who he is. Will Rose be able to reconcile the man she knows with the devil he used to be? Or are the mistakes of the past too damning?