Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance (The Legacy, #3)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

“Shut the fuck up.” Eliza blinked at him. “I don’t think I understand that saying from your realm.”

“Many are on the receiving end of injustice every single day. A choice was taken from you. It’s not right, and it’s not fair. But you get to decide how to move forward. That choice is still yours. You get to decide how it shapes you. You will not be the same on the other side of this,” Cienna said. “But you get a choice on who that person will be. Your path is not yet decided. Fate waits to make her final choice for you. Choose wisely.”

“Right now I’m focusing on the left side of your face because that’s where I want to punch you,” she snapped, opening her eyes and glaring at him. And catching the barest hint of a smile before he quickly wiped it from his face. “By the gods, I need to sit down,” she gasped. “A smile from Luka Mors? I might faint.”

He didn’t need a fucking bond to choose them.