Children of Fallen Gods (The War of Lost Hearts Book 2)

“Creating is harder than destroying. In the end it’s always worth it.”

“I can win,” I said. “You know that I will.”

“Then do it,” she ground out, through clenched teeth.

Sammerin’s warning rang out in the back of my head.

“I don’t want to win that way,”

It was that forehead kiss, the one that seemed as if it wasn’t even fully intentional, that almost broke me.

He looked like a leader. He looked like a victor. He looked like an Arch Commandant.

But all I saw when I looked at him was a man who was willing to sacrifice everything that mattered to him for a chance, even a slim one, at a better world.

He looked like a leader. He looked like a victor. He looked like an Arch Commandant.

But all I saw when I looked at him was a man who was willing to sacrifice everything that mattered to him for a chance, even a slim one, at a better world.

And I suppose I’ll take this over the alternative, if the alternative is…”

His voice trailed off, and Tisaanah provided, quietly, “The end.”

“We will tell you everything, but only if you promise you will not think we are insane.”

“Oh, that ship has long sailed,” Sammerin said. “But please, do continue.”

“Maxantarius Farlione accepts the call.”

But I do not offer you the title of Arch Commandant.”

A gasp rippled through the room.

He turned to the audience, his silver gaze landing on me. “I call upon the candidate of Maxantarius Farlione.”

“Reshaye?” he said, quietly. “That’s what she calls herself?”

“She?” Max said.

“Does it mean something?” I murmured.

A wince flickered across the man’s face.

“It means, ‘No one.’”