A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #2)

by K.F. Breene

“You are truly a remarkable specimen, Finley. The goddess sang when she made you. You are perfect in every way. You will never want for a home or protection. We will provide it, always. This I swear. The man has his own agenda, but it will never come between me and my oath to you.”

“Great goddess, Hadriel, lift a weight once in a while.”

“Oh my stars, it’s you,” she said. “Praise the goddess, you’re not dead.” She hustled after us. “There is some sort of washerwoman following us, Finley,” Hadriel said, glancing back. “She looks mean. Does she bite?” “That’s just her face. She always looks like that.” I neared the corner as she overtook Hadriel. We weren’t going to get away. I stopped and faced her with a bland smile. “Hey, Chrystal.”