Blood Royals 3: Blood Justice
Between death and desire awaits a love that could destroy them
both.
ISBN # 9781595788870
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About the book
After Sadaen tires of vengeance, he longs for only justice
and redemption. He finds both in the arms of an angel
determined to execute him. Lyna is convinced he deserves
to die, and she’ll do anything to bring him to justice, even
if it means betraying everything she holds dear.
Despite their long history of combat, he’s sure that only
Lyna can offer him a future worthy of his past. He’ll either
burn as the rogue demon he’s become or redeem himself through the flames of her passion. His only hope is to bind them together with a deal that could destroy them both.
An excerpt from the book
Prologue
Niflheim, Land of the Dead, A Long Time Ago
Dead.
Raylina, his wife and mate of countless centuries, was dead and gone. Sadaen’s demon heart cried out at the unexpected cruelty. How could she be taken? Why? Questions swirled through him, but each was a knife slashing through his soul.
Holding her lifeless body tight, he let the pain flood over him, out from him, did nothing to restrain it or keep it from destroying everything around him. He welcomed the rising darkness and let it whirl outward and consume the royal chambers, reaching farther, filling the marbled halls with his pain, suffering and loss. Roaring in anguish, he told all in their realm the queen was dead.
Time ceased to exist. With Raylina gone, the only truth that mattered was he had failed her, let her die, might as well have killed her. His demands had designed the end for her. Even if he hadn’t been the one to drain her soul away, he’d brought her here. He’d expected her to fill a role she’d never have seen if not for him.
His gaze landed on the Tascrina pendant resting so peacefully over her still heart. That misshapen trinity symbol and all its unwanted responsibility. How dare it touch her now after all it had done?
It had been the last of the holy weapons she’d created. The last and the greatest, a creation filled with so much of her soul that the forging of it had stolen her life. It was one weapon the Fathers of Trinity would never touch.
He resettled her carefully and unclasped the delicate chain, removing it from her narrow pale neck. When his fingers brushed the pendant, fire burst over his skin and up his arm, burning agony. And he welcomed it. Enfolding the warm metal in his fist, he held on, rocking his mate, holding the fire, and despising the fates.
Minutes or perhaps lifetimes later…
Fingers tightened over his shoulder. He looked up and met the glistening gaze of Raylina’s young sister, Delyna.
“Dear Creator.” The whispered words sounded less prayer and more curse than he’d ever heard pass the angel’s lips before. “How could she be gone? What happened?”
He couldn’t hold her blue gaze. Far too like Raylina’s. Yet behind the blue crystal, the young angel looked just as lost as he felt. It was more than just their similar blue eyes. He felt exposed before Delyna. She’d seen the truth. She’d seen his guilt.
Instead, he brushed back the curly dark hair from Raylina’s face. She’d been his fallen angel, living here in Hell and loving his demons like her own kin. She had given up everything to take on a duty never meant for her or her kind.
She’d done it all for him.
And she’d died because of that choice.
“Sadaen.” Lyna’s voice cut across his pain, ripping the wound open wide. “Sadaen, she’s gone.”
He held his mate tighter, denying the truth he didn’t want to face, wasn’t strong enough to face.
“She must be taken home.”
“You can’t have her!” he snarled at her. Black power twisted in angry tendrils along the floor. Unlike the mortal souls he and his demons worked to protect, Raylina would not be reborn. She, who could have lived forever, was now gone forever. And because of the damn holy men, the Fathers of Trinity, she could not even return to the Creator. She was forever lost, with her soul broken and trapped within their damn weapons.
“You can’t stop this, Sadaen.”
“How could you understand?” Young Lyna had been born to this new age. She might be Raylina’s sister in every way that mattered, but she couldn’t possibly understand how cruelly the world worked.
“How can I understand?” Lyna’s voice echoed angrily off the chamber walls. “She was the only family I ever had. Without her I wouldn’t even be accepted to my calling. Even with her support I face ridicule every day. Without her in my life… Without her, I have no purpose, no joy and no hope of better days. So don’t you dare tell me I can’t understand pain and loss.”
He heard it all, but it didn’t matter.
Her voice was iron. “I’m taking her soul. You can’t stop me.”
Pain, grief, and guilt warred within him. So long as his mate was in his arms it wasn’t real. It could be changed. “I can fix this.” He could control time and space and everything in between. Surely he could still save her.
“Sadaen…”
“Leave it be, child. You can’t have her soul. Not now, not ever.” Settling Raylina’s body onto their bed, he devoured the beauty of her face for several long minutes before finally leaving her and the realm behind.
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