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

by Samantha Amstutz

For those who’ve lost some of their light to grief, look up and see that even the darkest sky fails to engulf the stars.

please refer to the “spice rack” for specific chapters.

Lol

We’re all broken in our own ways and sometimes it’s only frayed threads holding our seams together.

“When I realized Essence linked us with this bond, I knew it would only be a matter of time until you sank your claws into me and yanked the beating heart out of my chest.”

Tightening his grip in her hair with the slightest sting prickling her scalp, Vesryn’s voice was a rasp in her ear. “The stars made you for me.”

The warrior’s claw tightened on her arm, holding her at a distance. “File my fangs,” he yelped, dancing out of range of her flailing.

I can’t with him lol

“What’s your name, you shaman twat?”

This man is unhinged lol

“Do all she-elves have eyes the color of the Lagoon?” With a quirky tilt of his lips, Fenn cocked his head. “Or do you simply capture starlight and give it form?”

“You’ll want to hold on, she-elf,” he all but purred, clambering up the balustrade to balance on the ledge. “And I’m not picky about where you put your hands.”

“Regrets will dine on your mind if you invite them in. There’s a lesson in sorrow, but don’t allow your perceived failures to consume your thoughts.”

“If I were your elven prince,” Fenn continued softly, talking up to the moons, “I wouldn’t shy away from claiming the she-elf with eyes like the universe, burning with stars and fire.”

Fenn smirked, leaning back on his claws. Kicking one ankle over the other, he circled his tongue along the point of a canine as it elongated. “It’s the fangs, isn’t it?”

He gave her the most subtle dipping of his chin, the barest of nods. He’d handle it.