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325 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 21, 2021
What does betrayal—true betrayal—feel like? To me, it was worse than dying. And I should know.
I hadn't signed up for this. Technically I hadn't signed up for anything, but the universe didn't care.
"I finished the prophecy, but it's like every step forward they add a new rule to screw me over."
"I..." I shouldn't admit this, not to one of the other champions of all people, but something about Rasesh's flagrant honesty made it impossible for me to hide my own. "I'd be a terrible ruler."
Rasesh raised a bloated finger as though lecturing me. "And it isss that belief, the belief of someone who rejects power given to them, who understandsss its ability to change who they are into someone they are not, that makes a great ruler."
"... And yes, I'm scared." He stood suddenly, his frame seeming to swell with anger. "But you should be too."
"Of what?" I said softly. "What should I be afraid of?"
Jasper's eyes were an angry red, the likes of which I'd never seen. His voice was deadly serious. "Me. You should be afraid of me."
We walked in silence for a minute. Iris sucked in a deep breath. "You have to understand, Riley, what I did, deceiving you, attacking you, it nearly killed me."
I spund around, and this time I was as honest as Iris believed me to be, my anger on full display, hands spitting sparks that had her backing up, terrified. "That's funny, because it did kill me..."
"You are stronger. You're one of the strongest people I know. But even strong people can't stop every bad thing from happening."
"Best of luck, Riley Jameson, champion of the Outcast. May your journey be devoid of danger and your trial's end, should it come prematurely, be swift and painless."
What a pleasantly nice way to say he hoped I wouldn't die. I'd have to remember that.
The top of the stairs creaked. My head snapped up.
Speak of the vampire...
Jasper stood there, peering down at me. Totally shirtless.
My mind temporarily turned as useful as whipped cream, my fuming anger and doubts replaced with rippling muscles.
"Riley." He moved down to me and I might have let out a little sigh as the moonlight flashed over his chest.
I wasn't pinning, I wasn't pining...
Jasper wrapped an arm around me, a concerned look on his face. "You all right?" he asked in a gravelly voice that sent a thrill up my spine.
Okay, I was pining a little.
"Sure. Some big city opened up a ways from here and now all the rumors say there's some throne up for grabs." His eyes narrowed. "Say... you aren't one of those looking, are ya? That'd be strange, wouldn't it? I wouldn't expect a..."
If he said "girl" then he'd find my fist flying toward his unfortunate mug before I could say "misogynist."
"...teenager trying to be ruler, or whatever it is they're going after."
I lowered my arm, His face could be punch free another day.
We've got your back, "Sienna said confidently. She flicked her thumb to light a stick of incense she'd pulled from her pocket and stuck it behind her ear. "And you know Jasper won't let a single one of them get near you." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Leon grunted. "Forget Jasper, I'll rip them in half if they try anything. Some of those Deathless have been alive so long they think the world revolves around them. It'd be my pleasure to remind them that even the undead can still die.
I let out a small sigh of relief. This was what I needed. Friends who'd always cover my back. Not stab me in it.