Dawn of Chaos and Fury (The Legacy Book 4)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

How often had pretty words been used to manipulate her? No, Tessa only understood actions.

“I know he’s the one you need right now. I don’t know how to be that. He’s the one who’s always protected us from ourselves, and I know you need him. You hate it, but you know it too.” He fell silent, the seconds stretching on filled only by her humming. Then he said in a voice so low he didn’t even know if she could hear him, “I don’t know how we live without him.”

We made it what it is, and your balance will look different from what everyone else thinks it should look like. Fuck what others think. It’s still a choice. Your choice. No matter what this realm has tried to convince you of otherwise.

You get to decide what your balance is and who you choose to bring into that balance,”

She was more than a duty. She was more than her power. She was more than the blood in her veins and the beings she descended from.

“We do what needs to be done, and we don’t have regrets,” he replied. “Am I a villain now?” “I don’t give a fuck if you are. I’ll still sacrifice every star in the sky for you,” he said,

But she’d tell them that later because this touch was comforting, and she didn’t know it could be like that. She didn’t know she could be touched and held and not have to give anything in return.

“Bree, I’d say it’s been a pleasure, but I’m not in the business of lying for the sake of flattery.

“You’re both idiots,” she deadpanned,

“You’ll pluck the stars from the sky for me,” she murmured against his lips. “But I’ll burn them to ashes for you just so we can build something new for him.”

“Fine, but this is the last time the three of you gang up on us.” “It’s cute you think that,” Tessa said

“There is no right way to be feeling about any of this,”

“A friend gave me music,” she answered, her eyes finding Axel. “When my world was breaking, he cared enough to give me something to drown in when there was nothing else.”

Change requires sacrifice, not to make amends for our transgressions, but in the hope that those who come after us will learn from our failures.”

husband and father, rebuilding a world from ash so their son would know how to dream.

balance is just that. Yours. It might look different from others. The world might sneer and try to force you back into the box that makes them comfortable. But their comfort isn’t your responsibility. As long as your balance isn’t harming others, yourself, or the world around you, it is yours to claim.