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459 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 28, 2022
The prophecy said the hallowed son, not the hallowed son, the Abyss’s most annoying servant, and some girl who got herself in the way, but then again, now was no time to start putting complete stock in the words of a diviner even if everyone else already had.
Damien had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Surely, I don’t look like that.”
“It’s close,” she warned, features relaxing. “You have resting villain face.”
“I am a villain.”
And then Amma, the girl he had abducted, dragged across the realm, and threatened to murder, actually rolled her eyes at him.
“On second thought, your assistance may come in handy.”
“Are you sure?” She bit her lip. “Because Branson seemed really interested in showing me how those barrels get filled.”
He glared across the tavern at the man. “The only thing that barkeep is interested in filling, is you with Branson-son.”
She gasped, too playful now to be convincing. “No! That can’t be what he meant. It’s got nothing to do with chickens.”
“Chickens?”
“He said if I went back there with him, he’d show me his massive co—”
“Sanguinisui, go outside!”
“Um, Damien?” Amma cleared her throat. “Are you really complaining they didn’t put us in a sturdier cell?”
“I know you’ve likely become accustomed to this, Amma, but I find it ridiculous. Is it too much to ask to be treated like a threat? I mean, look at me.” He held his hands out, turning to her and standing to his full height.
