![]() His head lolls and his eyes flicker open. To trust that I’ll do the same when the time comes.Įlian stirs and lets out a low groan. But Elian’s human emotions are what led him to save me. I spent my life rethinking every look and action to be sure there wasn’t any visible affection in either. Is that what it means to be human? Pushing someone else out of danger and throwing yourself in? Every time I protected Kahlia, the Sea Queen chided me for my weakness and punished us both as though she could beat the bond out of us. The chivalry I used to scoff at has saved my life twice now. The kind of man willing to throw a strange girl out of harm’s way and battle a tyrannical pirate in her place. Queens like my mother, who taught their children to be empty warriors.Įlian’s family taught him to be something else. Keto created our race in war and savagery, but it was the sea queens who took her hate and made it our legacy. If I would have just been a girl, like any other who walked the world. Or, perhaps, if I wouldn’t have been a killer at all. I wonder if I’d be that sort of a killer if I had been raised human. ![]() He didn’t want to savor it he just wanted it over with. Mercy even for creatures like Maeve, whose life he took as a last option. He has courage, or recklessness masked as something like it. Even the strongest men fell under my spell, and those I didn’t lure were too scared to challenge me. In it, the mermaids speak of human bravery and how they claimed victory against all odds, but until I was dragged onto Elian’s ship, I’d never seen courage from a human. There’s one they hum like a child’s lullaby, which weaves the story of Keto’s slaughter. In the sea, mermaids sing songs about humans. I look to my hands, smeared with Elian’s blood. Before anyone can notice what we’ve taken. Elian has an army and we should have used that to attack Rycroft, but the prince prefers trickery to war. Let him drown knowing the horror of death, without the comfort of beauty or love. ![]() If I had my song, I wouldn’t have even wasted it on a man like Tallis. ![]() Elian was winning, and in just a few more minutes – even without that knife he loves so damn much – he would have killed Tallis Rycroft. I heard the crunch as the bat connected with the back of his head. His breathing is hitched, but I’m surprised he’s even breathing at all. ![]() His jaw ticks as he sleeps, and when his eyes flutter as though they’re about to open, something snags in my chest. He looks every bit the handsome prince, even with his head slumped against the splintered wood, his injury matting his hair. My hands are secured to a large beam, and on the other side of the room, tied to an identical shaft, Elian sags on the floor. Free Novels Online Read Home Romance Billionaire Romance New-Adult Young-Adult Hot Book Series fantasy Vampires Others Books Science Fiction Thriller Horror Classics New Releases Mystery/Suspense Hot Authors New Category Book Romance Contemporary Contemporary Romance Fantasy Paranormal Erotica Adult Fiction Paranormal Romance Did Not Finish Shapeshifters Historical Romance Historical Novella Fiction New Adult Science Fiction Romantic Suspense Suspense Military Fiction War Bdsm Sports Sports and Games Young Adult Historical Fiction Adult Dark Mystery Polyamorous Reverse Harem Holiday Menage Womens Fiction Vampires Chick Lit Dragons Short Stories Christmas Regency Sports Romance Aliens Erotic Romance Humor Magic Thriller Abuse Sociology Business Amazon ![]()
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