The Blackened Blade (The Blackened Blade, #1)

by Isla Davon

All my life I gave up or gave in to others.

But I survived. I had survived through all of it.

I learned quickly in this pit of hell that I could never give up on myself again.

My greatest regret in this life, and I have many, is not living freely. Not believing I was worthy enough to defend myself.

I would be me unapologetically.

The deadliest predator is the one you don't even see coming.

“I don’t listen to shit like that, Red.” He shakes his head. “Petty gossip?” He scoffs. “I couldn’t give two fucks. The only thing that interests me is blood, blades, and my brothers.”

“Sometimes freedom means being the bad guy. Sometimes, you gotta embrace the darkness they create in you and make it your own. Don’t be consumed by the shit they throw at you or inflict. Instead, let the dark little soul in you break free and make ‘em all bleed.”

“Words can hurt, wounds can fester, but even the most broken of bones can heal again, Red.”

Something pushed him beyond his limits, broke him. And he pieced himself back together, cracks and all.

“Just live the way you want, Red. Whether you're the good guy or the bad guy in someone else's story, everyone becomes a villain at some point. It's only a difference in perspective.”

“Always give more than you get, Red. If they knock you down once, get back up and bury them.”

There are a lot of things I’m sure they have that I don’t. Such as a lack of brain cells, a few genital diseases, and a sadistic tendency that's probably created more than just a few victims, but power and strength…I have my own.

Doesn’t matter to me if you’ve got a dick and balls, or pussy. Torture is my playtime, and I’m all for equality.

“Don’t ever let them see you stumble. There's strength in a smile. Even if it's forced.” His gaze meets mine, and whatever he sees has his expression softening. “You seem like a fighter anyway, little sea star.”

“If that's how your relationships really are, then that's pretty sad. But shit attracts flies, what do you expect?”

My only true haven and home in this world was him. The only person I could trust, the only one I could truly be at ease with… My world, my ally, my strength…my mate.

A small laugh leaves my lips as I watch her make light work of the door lock and head inside. I couldn’t wait to see what else this small one could do.

“Good girl.”

“You want me to be the bad guy because then it makes all the shit you’ve done to me okay. But if I’m going to be treated like the bad guy…” I look around the room, meeting each set of eyes watching me, “I might as well become one.”

“It's because…you're everything that colour stands for…and more. Dangerous. Fearless…And a temptation…I shouldn’t touch or want…but can’t help coming back to…You’re the salvation I never knew I needed. My Red.”