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The Six crafted predators in the image of Calandra’s animals, though their variations were far more beautiful. Far more powerful. Far more deadly.
What are all six called? Crux, Bariwolf, Marroweels, Grizzur, Tarkin, Fenek, Lionwick, Kaverine, allegask, catpurse
The Guardian. A man rumored to be more vicious and deadly than any creature crafted by the gods.
At first glance, he was just a man. Striking. Intimidating. But still, just a man. Yet his irises did not have the typical Turan green starburst. They were solid, molten silver. Liquid metal. Colorless, like my dress. The Guardian.
Mae loved secrets. Add in a solid dose of conflict and a dash of bloodlust, and she was happy.
My kind of girl
Could he read minds? Well, if he could read mine… Go away. Please and thank you.
Jackass. Margot gasped. Father’s jaw clenched. Damn. I guess I’d said that out loud. Well, he was a jackass for laughing.
Lol
My eyes were solid gold. Not a starburst in sight.
“Gods.” Father sighed, dragging a palm over his jaw. “I’m sorry, Dess.” My entire body jolted. When was the last time he’d called me Dess? It had been years. And I’d never heard him apologize.
“They have something I want in that city.”
It is our only chance at stopping the crux.”
Shades.
Weird curse word
But Brielle had told me that he had a lover in the city. A woman he’d known for years.
Brielle!!!!
“Can I see Arthy before I go? I’d like to kiss him goodbye.”
Her only request
A wing of silver was inlaid in a circle of gold. Except it wasn’t gold. The hue was red and orange and as bright as the harvest moon. It was a symbol I’d never seen before.
Figure out later
The moment the pendant rested against my skin, it warmed.
Warm means what?
the clerics weren’t overly fond of the sun.
Does this mean anythibg?
A King cannot kill his Sparrow, and a Sparrow cannot kill her King, either directly or indirectly, without death befalling them both.
Wasn’t it ironic that Genesis royals were named for a tree when they weren’t known for their lumber?
Seems like a weird thing to note.
A low chuckle filled the room. My attention whipped to the source. The Guardian. How was any of this funny?
What is he thinking?
my queen?”
Not with this damn crown on my head. What if I tossed it in the ocean? I laughed to myself, imagining Margot’s face. Oh, it was tempting.
“Morning, my queen.”
“Then I guess I’m trapped between two monsters.” “You have no idea how accurate that statement is,”
But he was my father. My king.
My king? Unlikely.
I might be the woman wearing the crown, but Jocelyn was the one with the riches, wasn’t she?
“Welcome aboard the Cutter, Odessa Wolfe.” Wolfe. Not Cross. Odessa Wolfe.
Not my queen
I crossed the stern and hoped the pitiful splash I heard behind me wasn’t my crown being tossed into the ocean.
Did he actually throw it?
This was not an adventure of my choosing, but it was still an adventure.
Was I happy with this situation? No. But if nothing else, maybe I could find joy in this journey.
my queen.”
my queen.”
He might be a jackass, but at least he was handsome.
“I will listen when it’s a matter of safety for myself. For other people. I will do my best to ‘stay the fuck out of the way.’ But I will not bend to your every whim. I will not humiliate myself because you deem me insignificant. If you wanted me to stay quiet, then you should have let that marroweel kill me. I am not one of your warriors to lead. I am not your wife to command. So no, we do not have an understanding.”
Slay
His eyes were hazel today. Maybe that was their normal shade. I preferred the vivid, bold colors. It made it easier to remember that he wasn’t a normal man.
Uh… Shouldn’t that blood be red?
“It’s unlikely. Though there are other beasts to fear on the Krisenth besides marroweels.” “Like you?”
“Not all monsters are born from the gods, my queen. Some of us were made.”
What does that even mean?
“Don’t worry, my queen. We’ll keep you safe,” the Guardian said. “Especially if you stay. On. The. Fucking. Ship.”
But what if I was tired of being kept? What if I didn’t want to rely on a man to be my rescuer?
my queen?”
“Surprise, surprise. I’m not scared of you.”
The gleam in his eyes made my stomach knot. Shit. I was in so much trouble.
“You might earn my name one day. But make no mistake, Cross. I will never trust you.”
“Any chance that this is where we’ll part ways?” “Not yet.”
“Welcome to Turah, my queen.”
This wasn’t the last I’d see of the High Priest, was it? There was no way for me to be certain, but I knew, in my bones, he wasn’t done ruining my life quite yet.
“Thought Jack would be here,”
Does Jack ever come back up?
“Fine.” If fine meant I wanted to die, then yes, I was fine.
“Need help with your hair?”
“Such rage, my queen.
