The Ritual (L.O.R.D.S., #1)

by Shantel Tessier

I’d set the world on fire, including myself, if it meant saving

her.

“I’m the kind of man who will crawl across the floor and lick the dirt off your shoes like a peasant begging a king for some scraps. Just to make you think I’m weak. So, when they look away from me, I can slit their throats.”

I was forced to pick her as my chosen, but she continues to choose me every day. And that is what I call heaven. Because life without her would be

hell.