The Sins of Silas (The Otacian Chronicles #2)

by Kylie Snow

those of you who have ever felt too damaged to be loved or too broken to be fixed. This is for you.

“I could tell you wore a mask, hiding your true self because you were scared to be her. It was something I related to. But that’s why I enjoyed teasing you…enjoyed pushing your buttons.” I held his unrelenting gaze. “Because I saw her peering through, begging to come out. And I loved every bit of her.”

“Think of those you love, those you wish to protect…and feel no remorse when you kill those who threaten them. I never felt bad when that was my reasoning for ending a life.”

I cleared my throat. “I think you deserve a better daddy than me.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I am off in battles all the time.” I felt a pang in my chest at the sight of the little girl’s face falling. “I don’t mind," she insisted. "I’m by myself a lot. I would be a good daughter.”

Despite the pain, Saoirse smiled, her eyes threatening to shut. “I…I knew you’d save us.”

THIS BROKE ME IN A WAY NOTHING HAS BEFORE

“Look at how beautiful you are,” he whispered, stroking my cheek lovingly. “You take us both so well.”

“You consume all of me, Lena. You are my waking thought and the final picture I see before I sleep. You are a siren that haunts my dreams. It's been that way since the moment I met you.” I sighed in defeat. “There’s not a damn second you aren’t on my mind.” “Silas,” she cried softly. “You represent all that I could ever desire…and all I can never have.” My voice cracked as I whispered, “You have destroyed me…and I resent you for it.”

Why does the thought of her being with someone else not bother me that much? Yet the thought of Lena with Roland, with Torrin, with both Roland and Torrin…

“It isn’t so simple,” I whispered. “Love never is.

“If you really do love her, Prince, allow her some peace. Even if only for a short while.”

My hands slipped away in defeat, even as I asked one more question. “Do you remember my nickname for you?” The crease between her brows deepened. “A name? No…” “Fuck, Lena.” I buried my face in my palms. “Fuck.” The silence was deafening, nothing but crickets singing in the trees. That is until Lena replied, “My nickname was ‘Fuck’?”

“Lucky you, I suppose. My peace of mind perished the moment I met you. You've branded my soul, marking it as yours, even after all this time.”

“Plus, we’re all a little broken.”

PURIFICATION WILL ENSURE BALANCE, JUST AS HER FATHER HAS. “I am a God,” I whispered. “I am your daughter. The Goddess of Purification.” “That is right, my dear.” The God of Vengeance's smile grew proud. “And you shall bow to no one.”