The Scattered Bones

by Nicole Scarano

I’m no swordsman. I was not bound to Valka and his love of war. I wasn’t raised by Lovec and his demands for bloodshed, but I was baptized in the fire of despair and heartache. Reborn in torture and anguish.

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“I will love you until my death,” Kaid promised. “And then I’ll love you from the grave until I’m dust.

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