The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

He will not risk her.” My laugh was mocking, the sound devoid of humor. “You haven’t been around him in a long time. You don’t know him anymore.” “Oh, yeah?” he challenged, lifting a pierced brow. “I know he loves her.” “He does not,” I said, taking a step forward, and Isaiah took one back. “Oh, he does, and trust me when I say my brother has loved no one like that before, nor will he again.” “He damn near ripped her to pieces to drag her back to him,” I yelled, the sound loud enough that my baritone reverberated through the forest. “Not to mention, he murdered her sister in an act of retribution.” “By Nismera’s orders,” Isaiah rebutted. I scoffed. “Oh, that is such a fucking load of shit. That’s not love.” Isaiah frowned as his jaw healed, his busted lip following. “You know nothing of it, do you?” I asked in brutal honesty, no longer yelling or screaming. Isaiah, for once, said nothing as he avoided my gaze, which told me more than enough. “Then allow me to enlighten you, Brother,” I said. “Love means you would never bend to someone else’s will if it meant hurting the person you claim to care about, physical, emotional, or mental. It’s not an ultimatum or pain. You don’t hurt the ones you love. You protect them with everything you have, everything you are. Love is the unthinkable measures you’d go to for them, regardless of the consequences. If he truly loved her, as you say, he would have told Nismera to fuck off. He would have chosen her over orders, the world, and god...