Fury

“I still have the dreams, baby. Do you?

In mine, I plead and wait for your touch to come like it always did.

But it never does.

I strain against the iron, but you’re no longer there in the shadows.

I’m alone.

One single shard of deep dark hope was enough back then.

Not now.

My claws, your fangs have sunk deep.

Follow my trail of blood, my trail of anger, desolation.

Am I the same man?

Soul dark,

Heart dense,

Blood fierce,

Purpose raw.

Flame burning.

Unrelenting.

Brewed on vengeance, laced with tenderness, my fury for you.”

Chained in brutal darkness, they fell in love. Free in the world, they were torn apart. Empires rise, empires fall, and still, she burns in his soul. But between them now runs a wild river of ambition, greed, and blood. So much blood. He’ll do anything for revenge, and she’ll do anything to protect him.

Love and vengeance are the same kind of savage . . .

Contains mature themes.

© 2017 Tantor Media (Hljóðbók): 9781541485068

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Hljóðbók: 12 december 2017