The Oath We Give (Hollow Boys, #5)

by Monty Jay

"I'm sick of funerals," Rook mutters, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes, "It's going to be nice waking up tomorrow not worried about one of you being killed." "Did you just say something I actually agree with?" "Can we fucking please get rid of American Psycho now?” Thatcher slides into the pew behind him, leaning forward, "You wish, Van Doren."

We are more than rage, sin, lineage, and silence. Alistair Caldwell is more than wrath. He is a fierce protecter, an older brother, a shadow that cannot exist without a little light. To know Rook Van Doren is not internal damnation. It's a blessing to witness his burning, his inferno that consumes and releases the embers of the ones he loves. And Thatcher Pierson is not an apple fallen from a sinister tree. He's the reminder that our family's history does not determine our future. That love is action and never words. I am more than words no one believes. I'm a voice to someone who needs it. We are not unlovable creatures of the night with appetites for violence. There are people, our people, willing to convert to the shadows to show us life beyond vengeance and trauma. Beyond the flames of our destructive rage, there would forever lay a single thread of obsidian weaving our souls together. It will linger in us as a reminder. That we were once just four boys, little kids who, in the darkness of our lives, forged a family out of our despair. We weren't blood, but that means shit in the grand scheme of it all.