To Trap a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #1)

by Opal Reyne

the Warden of Darkness

“I am Weldir, semidei Custos Tenebris. Or, to a human, Weldir, Warden of the Darkness.”

“I come to offer you a choice. Die here or become my mate.”

“Although I very much could take your soul by force, I’d rather obtain my servants consensually.

“I told you – I am a witness. It is all I can do for you sacrifices until you die.” A droplet fell from her eye to run down her cheek, onto her nose, and down below. “So, you’ll stay?” His voice held such a gentleness when he said, “I will remain with you until the end.”

You are on the cusp of both, a limbo of life and death. A... Phantom.”

He was a god; he could make up shit if he wanted to.

No amount of fury could take back the glory of her innocence, but becoming a waking hell had given her the sharpest teeth.

It only frightens your people because you are the food source. Yet, you don’t seem to see the hypocrisy that you consume things that are smaller and weaker than yourselves. Are you not, then, the unholy beings to the forest critters?”