He thought about his large bedroom at the mansion. He thought about the soft moonlight shining through the glass windows. And, against his own strict will, he thought about the small, beautiful woman with the red curly hair sleeping in the center of his bed.
He remembered her annoying, loud, mocking thoughts. He remembered how she smelled like sweet flowers.
He wanted to go back. He did not know exactly why, but a sudden, massive pull in his chest told him he needed to return to the mansion.
Damon quickly turned around.
"And..." Damon called out loudly.
Kade stopped his footsteps immediately and turned back around. "Yes, General?"
"Ready my horse," Damon commanded firmly. He walked toward Kade with fast, determined steps. "I'm going home."
Kade blinked his brown eyes. His jaw actually dropped open in pure shock. He stared at the General as if Damon had just spoken in a foreign language.
