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324 pages, Hardcover
Published October 10, 2023
Kazi launched from the couch, Zaine lunged to stop him, and Saint watched it all unfold with a tickle of amusement, like watching a trainwreck in slow motion. The fate of the world hung on this dysfunctional Brotherhood getting their shit together.
No wonder Mikalis had locked him up. He was powerful and dangerous. But why hadn’t Mikalis killed him, like he did all the other nyks they encountered?
“Jay, he tried to kill you.”
“And I almost hit him with a pan. I think it’s love.”
“All right, I’ll make a deal with you, Octavius.” Saint offered his hand. “I will help prove your innocence to Mikalis. We’ll find whoever betrayed him. You certainly can’t clear your name alone, not with the entire Brotherhood against you.”
“It wasn’t me. I’d never betray him, or them.” He eyed Saint’s hand as though it might bite him. “What do you get out of this?”
“One last chance to prove I’m not the big bad wolf you all believe me to be.”
“He claims none of you are permitted to love, yet he demands you love him unconditionally.”
“It’s nothing like that. It’s…” He paused, searching for the right words. “Mutual respect.”
Saint laughed. “I was Brotherhood. I know exactly what it’s like, and trust me, it’s not mutual.”
There were those who believed the Brotherhood lies, and those who lived them.
Octavius was one who lived them.
The cult of Mikalis.

“Do you want me, Little Wolf?” The voice was more monster than man, and it set off a riot of chaotic need racing through Octavius’s already scorched veins.
“Yes.” He replied in his mind, fearing the word would leave his lips garbled.


That smile was a wicked, curious thing. Full of hunger, and knowing, and a thousand ways to kill Octavius.
Octavius had seen the rise and fall of the Roman empire. He'd seen wars decimate populations, seen humans evolve and fuck up over and over, and now he'd never see how it ended. Even after all this time, all the pain, all the centuries, he didn't want to die.
"I need them," Octavius admitted. "Without them, I'm just... a ghost."
"Worry about yourself, little Viking. If it were up to me, you'd already be dust. And be fucking nice to Octavius."
"History is written by the winners."