The Savior (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #17)

by J.R. Ward

You weren’t responsible for them and you couldn’t control them, but you were in charge of your response to them.

Some were in your life for a season. Some were in your life for a reason. And then there was, of course, the third grouping: the lifelong relationships that you carried through all seasons and all reasons.

Rhage chuckled. “So this is who your mom picked as a successor, huh.” “Yeah, I always knew she hated us,” V muttered. Over by the steps, Tohr leaned into the King, clearly telling him what had arrived and Wrath smiled slowly. “Yes, I know,” the King said. The angel passed by the row of brothers, and paused in front of Vishous. In a low voice, he whispered, “Who’s your daddy?”