A Throne From the Ashes (An Heir Comes to Rise, #3)

by C.C. Peñaranda

Zaiana’s head snapped to the entrance of the temple, but she barely caught a glimpse of Maverick before he moved so fast, passing Reylan, who didn’t even have the time to release a breath with his wide-eyed look. Maverick was behind Faythe, blade drawn, and there was no pause of hesitation, no thought or mercy, before he plunged it through the human’s chest. Time was suspended while Zaiana tried to process the maneuver. She blinked once. Twice. Maverick removed the blade. Faythe didn’t utter a single sound of pain before her body fell. Zaiana didn’t hear the thump of her lifeless form hitting the ground as she stared at her in shock. Crimson blood pooled out from beneath her, the tangy-sweet scent filling the room. Zaiana didn’t give a reaction to it as she tuned her hearing back in to the thick, ringing silence. The only heartbeat that raced and stilled to such an uneven rhythm…was Reylan’s. Faythe was… The cry of soul-splitting agony from the silver-haired warrior was enough to stiffen her spine but weaken her knees. He fell forward, palms splayed, as though death tore through him too. The air fell icy cold, and a faint sting creeped behind her eyes while every hair on her body stood on edge watching him.

Fuck you Maverick!!! I hope you fucking rut in hell you fucking prick!