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464 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 10, 2025
“She’s yours too, huh?”
“Yeah, unfortunately.”
I realize too late that I’ve struck a nerve. His eyes flicker with hurt. The weight of my words sinks in, and guilt coils in my stomach. “Sorry, Lea. I’m just … not used to needing protection.” I take a step forward, softening my gaze as I offer him a small, hopefully reassuring smile. “Can you forgive me?”
His forgiveness is a relief, but it barely sinks in before a sharp bang on a desk yanks me back into the present. I blink, heart skipping a beat, and find myself staring into the cold eyes of Samara. Her tail rattles in agitation, the sound grating against my nerves.
“Daydreaming, Miss Bladesong?” she hisses, her voice low and venomous.
Heat flushes my cheeks as I drop my gaze to the paper in front of me. “Sorry, it won’t happen again.” My voice is barely a whisper. I keep my eyes glued to the page until I feel her presence slither away.
FMC
My eyes narrow on the Tallia—the one-eyed assassins used to hunt down the most elusive prey. I know them well. Their bite is lethal, paralyzing or killing within minutes. This one barely has time to react before my blade slashes through its throat. One down. But Tallia never hunt alone. They move in packs. I already know the others are nearby, waiting to strike
“Exactly.” I motion toward the gauntlet as a crumpled figure catches my eye, Addy, sprawled on a stretcher, a Tallia bite marking her body. She didn’t stand a chance.
The air leaves my lungs in a rush, and I stiffen, the meaning of her words sinking in slowly, painfully. My gaze darts to Ziggy, who’s watching me with a guilty expression, then to Balor, my supposed new best friend. And finally, I find Leander’s amber eyes, but even he won’t meet my gaze. It’s like a veil has been pulled back, revealing a truth that slices through me
like a blade.
I fly on, heading toward points unknown, desperate to outrun the heartbreak clawing at my soul.
“My friends all say the same. We made a horrible mistake keeping the truth from her, and now it feels like she’s slipping further and further away from me.”
“Sorry, not sorry…” She winks, the gesture playful and full of mischief, her head tilting just so, allowing her hair to spill over her shoulder like a silken waterfall. I swallow, the sight of her—defiant, resilient—making my chest tighten.