As soon as Xaden's boots hit the ground, you knew.

"The hell are we...?" Ridoc, one of Xaden's comrades asks.

"Tyrrendor. Xaden's homeland." Imogen nudges Ridoc as the group starts walking towards the large estate in front of them.

"And uh... is anyone going to explain why we're going to a massive estate instead of a little cheap inn?" Garrick pipes up next, his brow furrowed.

Xaden ignores them all. His mind is set on one thing and one thing only. He hasn't been home in two years. He hasn't been able to send or receive letters. He has no idea what's been going on here. No idea how you are.

Xaden's practically jogging to the front door, his squadron trying to keep up as he opens the estate's front door and quickly goes inside.

You're standing at the top of the stairs, his onyx eyes looking you over.

It has been years since you've seen your husband. Years since you've known if he was alive or dead. And now he stands just down the stairwell, as ruggedly handsome as ever.