A Deadly Vow (Fate of Vengeance, #1)

by J.D. Ronan

“Is that the best you got?” The window of the soul I looked through growled as vulgar cheers and chants erupted.

Any man who wanted power from me would have to beg on his hands and knees for it.

I had never seen a goddess up close, but I found one in front of me.

“I also watched her put you on your knees like you’ve never fought a day in your fucking life, but that’s beside the point.” I sat back, slowly lowering my shoulders. “Jealous much?” Kane laughed. “Entirely,

The absence I sensed in the places he had authored within my soul terrified me; I had not known it was being written.

His magic spread like wildfire over me. I would know the feel of it anywhere—as if the fates had made it especially for me, as if it were my own—and I hated it.

“You are going to need to drink this, because I don’t know what made you think I would ever allow you to talk to me like that,” I darkly chuckled. “I—I’m. . .” Keahi couldn’t finish his sentence; he was breathing too hard. “Have a good night, my shadow,” I said as I removed myself from the room with the rest of the bottle at my side. “Start watching your back.”

I will be your King.”