Fearless Souls (Saints Academy, #4)

by K.C. Kean

To everyone with a crooked crown. I’d tell you to come closer, let me fix it, but we both know you’re a badass bitch who can straighten it all on your own.

Then let’s show these motherfuckers they chose the wrong people to fuck with.

Dicked by Xander? Yup. In love with his amber eyes and black-furred wolf? Definitely. Dicked by Adonis? You bet. Lilac eyes for the win for my clingy incubus. Dicked by Zen? Hell yeah. Rocking his angel blue eyes? For sure. Dicked by Khaos? FINALLY haha. Totally suits his black vampire eyes too.

I’m lost, yet held in place against my will. My mind frozen on what can’t possibly be true as my heart tears away in my chest. The pain burning in my core is indescribable. I’m broken, vulnerable, and my heart has been shattered into a million pieces. I glance down at Xander, who whimpers at my side in his wolf form. His signature all-black fur is barely noticeable in the hazy darkness that surrounds us, but it’s clear to me that he’s in just as much pain as I am. Looking beyond him, I spy Khaos, the light from the blue flames revealing his black eyes, hands fisted at his sides as his jaw hangs loose in disbelief. He’s just as lost as I am, pain breaking him down inside, yet somehow angering him enough to keep him on his feet.

When faced with pain and fear, who do you save first? Those you created, or the one that holds your heart? Choose the correct door, with the correct answer to pass.

Realization washes over me as I hear Zeus grunt from across the room before clapping his hands and disappearing from sight. Nyx claps and laughs before me as she follows suit, winking before she leaves, a promise she’ll be back eventually, all while my unit gasps at my side and I stare in surprise at the item in my hands. My dagger belonged to him. This was his dagger. And now it’s mine.

The Dagger of Victory is one of the most highly-ranked gifts from Pandora’s Box. Bestowed to the beholder, it cannot be wielded by another. The holder of the prestigious dagger cannot be defeated. Not in combat, not in strength, not in power, for the beholder shall see only victory.

“And we would choose you again, and again, and again. Without question, without guidance, without anything but the pure, raw need to be with you.”

“You are all special, unique, and precious to me. But you, my angel, are sourced eternally from the Gauntlet of Purity. That is why your eyes are blue, your wings are black, and you have the ability to perform such magic.”

“The supreme bitch is dead. Her heart is no longer beating, in fact it’s no longer in her body. Khaos is starting a collection for me.” We look like fucking lunatics as she grins wide at me, full teeth and all, as happiness washes over her too.

“Don’t be so defeated. Strength comes from our falls, our bruises serve as reminders, and our pain becomes our power.”