Fate & Furies (The Legends of Thezmarr, #3)

by Helen Scheuerer

‘But when it’s used on someone you love?’ he said. ‘There is nothing more powerful.’

‘I don’t want you,’ she told him, knees buckling. ‘I don’t believe you.’ He closed the small gap between them, still clutching her hand. ‘My shirt smells like you,’ he murmured, the sound a low rumble in the shell of her ear. ‘I still have your marks on my back from our last night together. You claimed me long ago, Thea. You don’t get to say I’m not yours now.’

‘Come find me at Thezmarr, little brother,’ he said. ‘We’ll be Warswords together.’

‘He loves you. That was never in any doubt. Not to us. I’ll wager that everything he does is for you.’

‘I told myself that it was enough,’ he murmured into her hair, his voice hoarse. ‘That I should be grateful for the time we had. It was more love than most people get in a lifetime. But the truth is, Thea… A thousand lifetimes with you wouldn’t be enough.’

‘You taste like you belong to me. You always have.’

‘You ready?’ Wilder asked her, wishing more than anything that they could remain tucked away in their room. ‘I don’t think either of us are ready,’ Thea admitted. ‘But we’ll figure it out.’ Wilder offered his hand. ‘Together, then?’ Warmth bloomed in his chest as she laced her fingers through his and reached for the door with her other hand. ‘Together.’

For all the uncertainty and danger that lay ahead, Thea knew three things. First: that she loved Wilder Hawthorne with every fibre of her being. Second: she would do whatever it took to get him back. And third… No one, neither man nor monster, was going to stop her. ‘I am the storm,’ she vowed. And so, freshly forged with blood and steel, Warsword Althea Embervale, the Shadow of Death, stepped into the darkness to rescue her love.