The Blood We Crave: Part Two (The Hollow Boys, #4)

by Monty Jay

I did all of this for her. So that we could be together. And yet, she mourns him. I killed so many for her, will continue to kill them, and instead of seeking comfort in my arms, she mourns. Soon, she will see how ungrateful she has been. Soon, Stephen will own this town, and the darkened sons of Ponderosa Springs will be at the end of a baleful reign. So very soon, sweet Lyra will be mine and only mine, as it should have always been. Soon, she will see why I had to do this. Why it’s only her who can love a man like me. There will be no stopping us. Stopping me. The untouchable Hollow Boys will reap not only what they have sowed but the fruits of their legacy. Their thrones built from treacherous demands, and crowns forged from bones, are crumbling. They are weak. Breakable. Love has exposed their humanity. Here lies the thin line between gods and monsters. They will all see—Lyra will see—that those boys they mark with divinity are simply a false claim. There is no divine right and no god to protect them. They bleed, and when they do, they will flow red.