A Promise so Bold and Broken (Compelling Fates Saga, #2)

by Sophia St. Germain

Sorrow. Heartbreak. That’s what marred the regent’s sharp eyes as they snapped to hers. And when they traveled to Merrick… “I will not change my mind.” Lessia spun around, praying that Rioner’s gaze would follow her, not the telling sign of Loche’s grief as he beheld her mate. “He rejected me. He can feel the same—worse—for all I care.”

😭😭😭😫😫😫😫😫💔💔💔💔 IT WASNT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS

“Lessia…” She braced herself when Loche’s uncertain voice drifted her way,

Poor loche 😫

She couldn’t help it. Her eyes sliced to Merrick. You and me. The words struck something within her. Something she hadn’t seen before. Or perhaps hadn’t been looking for… Almost tangible, like a tether, something within her whispered the words back to him. You and me. And she could feel it. Could feel Merrick’s love for her as if it were the air traveling into her lungs.

Bro this is everything to me 😫💔

“Kerym, don’t.” The words spilled out of her mouth, but it didn’t matter. Kerym flew forward, jumping over the railing onto the black ship. As snarls burst through the air and Merrick and Raine left their spots behind her, Rioner caught him in a stream of water, angry blisters rippling across every inch of Kerym’s skin as he fought against it.

KERYM NOOOOO 😫😫😫😫😭

“You will not touch her.” Loche walked up to her other side as Merrick snarled viciously, the air around them heating with rage. “It’s time for your rule to end, king. And I shall watch as she climbs your throne and changes Vastala into the great realm it always had the potential to be.” The world seemed to still when Merrick and Loche stepped up to shield her. Two males—one Fae and one human—standing shoulder to shoulder to protect her. “No,” she whispered. But it was too late. Rioner’s gaze widened. “You,” he whispered.

BRO I CANT DEAL WITH THIS RN PLEASE PLEASE PELASE (this is really some cinematic shit though like truly amazing) 😫🤏🏽💔

She barely heard Merrick’s violent curse as Loche spun around and crashed his lips against hers, the kiss so urgent he drew blood as their teeth slammed together.

“Take it,” he urged into her mouth as she felt him press something warm into her hand. Then chaos erupted. Her hand was ripped from Merrick’s, her lips from Loche’s.

😫😫😫😫😭 did he give her the stone??? 😫😫😫💔

He was going to fucking kill him. Which him? The whispers constantly filling his ears echoed the question as Merrick fought against the wild waters around him, his eyes tracking the darkness to find light—to find the surface.

Merrick 😫

But as he imagined all the ways he’d kill those bastards, the softest, the most beautiful cry drowned the raging whispers. Muted them like she always did when she spoke, when she touched him, when she looked at him. You and me.

😫😫😫😫😫😫💔

The whispers from the fucking souls always trying to break into this world filled his ears once more, pressing to be let out—to hurt and kill and destroy.

NOW he gets his powers back GREATTTTTT JUST FUCKING GREATTTT 😫😫😫😫💔

And he didn’t care to leash them when the first pair of eyes meeting his own were those damned gray ones of the regent. Merrick snarled as he fought the water to reach the stupid human. He was going to kill him for putting his lips on his fucking mate. For being dumb enough to not only take away their powers but to step up beside him when they knew—when they fucking knew!—the curse talked of a Fae and human loving her.

I’m just wow 😫 they are literally too fine to be on the same page like this like genuinely 😫💔

Merrick let the souls around him get a taste of roaming this realm—pushing the boundaries of what he once considered sacred. There would be no more Havlands to save.

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO PLS 😫😫😫😫💔