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

by Sophia St. Germain

“It’s me. It’s Merrick,” the figure said. She blinked hard. But she could still only see the dim outline of the Fae in Rioner’s cellars. “It’s me.” The voice rumbled through her as she blinked again. Her vision sharpened, and the Fae’s silver hair and familiar features kindled something within her. Lessia blinked again as he climbed into the bed, taking the spot beside her. Merrick. Dropping the daggers, she pressed her shaking hands to her face. Merrick wouldn’t hurt her. Not anymore. She stiffened when the bed shifted, and strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a broad chest. “It’s me,” he whispered into her hair, and as his low voice wrapped around her, her coiled muscles softened. He held her closer, and his hair tickled her cheek as he continued. “I promise you, you’re never going back there. I will never allow them to hurt you again. Do you hear me?” When she didn’t respond, Merrick repeated, “Do you hear me?” Finally, she dipped her chin, and a low rumble vibrated in his chest. When her body finally relaxed fully against his, her cheek resting against his soft tunic, and she breathed in the scent that reminded her of forests and wilderness, he shifted, gently unwrapping his arms and guiding her head to the pillow. “You need to rest,” he whispered. She peeked at him through her lashes, and an involuntary sound left her when his feet found the floor. Freezing, Merrick glanced back down, and whatever he found in her eyes made his nostrils flare as he nodded o...

Please, i love him.

“She doesn’t need to get better,” he snarled softly. “If she decides to break apart this whole ship to deal with what happened, I’ll help her. If she wants to kick your lying ass into the depths of the sea, I’ll take your legs. If she decides to rip the world to shreds for what it’s done to her, I’ll cheer her on. And if you were a true friend… you would as well.”

But courage, determination, and fiery conviction that Merrick was right sparked through every nerve when he dropped his hands. If she didn’t know better… she might have thought it was Merrick’s emotions flowing through her, for how quickly they drove any lingering worry away. But… he didn’t manipulate or manage emotions.

No but hes obviously youre mate girl, please!!!

“You wouldn’t have to fight for me. I… I can’t say it would be easy, given what we’re facing, but I’d make sure this—us—would be the one place you can rest, where you’re always safe, where you never have to put on a mask to conceal your true feelings.” He makes you happy.

“Merrick, of course!” Raine stalked up to her, forcing her to bend her neck to continue meeting his furious hazel eyes. “This will be the one and only time I break a promise to him.” Lessia’s mind spun as she stared up at one of the deadliest Fae in their realm. And when he leaned in and snarled “Merrick is your fucking mate,” she had to grip the chair not to let her knees give out.