#* sage

"Well I'll be damned," Rafe's voice drew out like a sickening joke as he lay eyes upon Sage Andrews, shoulders pressing into the corrugated iron boundary of the haunted house and into the throng of passersby as he maneuvered his way towards her. Kidnapping, an additional eighteen months spent behind bars because of her mother and the sight of her tasted bitter on his tongue. "Clearly, you found that freedom you were always after." Sarcasm laced his tone; the fact that she remained on the island an ache he didn't need.