Oblivious to Ares cursing him and the countless people searching for him, Kyle sat leisurely at the summit of a towering green mountain, surrounded by a vast sea of soft, drifting clouds and wildflowers.
His back rested comfortably against a smooth stone outcrop, one leg stretched out while the other was slightly bent.
One of his hands was wrapped loosely around the waist of the beautiful woman in his arms, while the other moved lazily through her hair, occasionally catching a few soft strands before letting them slip through his fingers. His eyes remained closed, as though he had long since forgotten the world beyond the mountain.
For someone being searched for by many people, his expression looked remarkably unconcerned, content to simply sit in such a tranquil place with his wife in his arms.
