The Chains of Fate (The Aelfyn Archives, #2)

by Samantha Amstutz

one he deduced was some half-elf spawn.

WHY? AND WHY DID I NOT EVISCERATE HIM?

Instead of harming the other prince, Galaeryn had maintained the convenience of an heir and boasted about molding another type of monster—someone star-bent on vengeance to hunt down the wraith he continued to create.

“What’s your name, you shaman twat?”

she scrutinized something familiar about his deceptively attractive face.

I won’t hesitate to drain your remaining talents until you’re a wraith.”

“Do you think I want to be shackled any more than you do with this stars-cursed chain of fate?

“I was unaware you’d require enlightening as to where wraithlings come from, but if you need a demonstration—”

“It is my full intention to prioritize your happiness so we don’t have another flying glass debacle.”

“If you trusted me with a shard of your heart, I wouldn’t break it further.”

the unusual attention made Lykor feel seen for once instead of seen through.