Braeden Drakonin can no longer run from who—and what—he is. He has to face the facts. He’s a prince. He’s a murderer. He’s a wanted man. And after a betrayal that leaves him heartbroken, he’s out for blood.
To survive, both Kara and Braeden must become the evil each has grown to hate.
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In the hidden world of Ourea, there are too many beautiful places to name: rose-covered cliffs tower miles over the valleys and forests below, cities thrive in submerged ecosystems beneath the sea, and the dragons that once ruled volcanoes are now but fossils in a cave. The creatures of human myth flourish in Ourea. Trees are this world’s skyscrapers. Magic is its currency. And while the rest of Earth forgot what it means to dream big, Ourea kept alive its wonder.
At least, that’s how Kara saw it.
She sat on a ledge in a cave, a dozen
feet or so above an indoor river littered with rapids. Green sunlight
poured through a crack in the ceiling, its rays tainted green from the
branches which blocked her view of the sun. The light danced across the
river, illuminating the white foam that splattered into the air as the
water rushed by below.
Kara dangled her legs over the edge,
listening to the chorus of water roaring through the cave. The ledge on
which she sat served as a catwalk through the cavern. Several more
ledges lined both sides of the cave, but she hadn’t yet figured out how
to get to them. She stared up at the ledge ten feet above her, her eyes
following the natural walkway until she came across a missing chunk a
few yards off. Maybe she could climb that someday, but all she wanted
now was to relax.
Her ledge wound around a bend in the
cavern wall and toward a waterfall that fed the river. Behind the
waterfall was a flight of stone stairs that led to a dirt trail, which
curved through a forest for about a mile before it opened out into the
Vagabond’s village—her village. And there, somewhere in the myriad of
empty houses and vacant rooms, Braeden was probably starting to realize
she’d ditched their sparring practice for the day.
Kara eyed her satchel, which lay empty
against the cave wall. Flick—the red, teleporting ball of fur that he
was—was out and about exploring the cave. The Xlijnughl (Zyl-LEYN-guhl ) could find trouble anywhere, so she hoped he would stay close. She would just have to keep an eye out for him.
Her stomach growled. She glanced through
the tree branches above to take a guess at the time, but she couldn’t
even see the sun through the leaves. As much as she wanted to believe
Braeden wouldn’t find her little haven, she knew better. Braeden could
track anything. That prince could track a month-old trail if he wanted.
There was no escaping him, not that she would ever really want such a
thing. Not after all he’d done for her.
She sighed and leaned her head against
the cave wall. Pebbles broke off as she pushed against it, so she
grabbed one as it fell and chucked it over the edge.
Braeden had guarded her while she
visited the yakona kingdoms. He’d helped her bring them together in a
loose sense of the word. He’d saved her life when she fled Hillside. She
shuddered—her brush with Gavin had been too close. He’d tried to trick
her into wearing a poisoned tiara that would have made her his slave.
She scoffed. None of this even sounded real. This world couldn’t
be real. She would wake up from her coma any day now. That had to be
it. A secret world hidden beneath the human race’s collective nose
couldn’t be real.
Right?
“You scrunch your eyebrows when you’re lost in thought.”
She blinked her eyes back into focus.
Braeden sat next to her, even though she hadn’t even heard him on his
way across the ledge.
He watched her with that half-cocked
grin of his. Black hair framed his face, longer now than when she’d
first met him a couple months ago. A few beads of sweat rolled down his
temple, tracing his olive skin in a pattern she wanted to mimic with her
finger. His dark eyes caught her in their gaze, and she forgot how to
breathe for a moment.
“No, don’t stop. It’s cute,” he said.
She laughed and punched his shoulder. He
teetered and reached for her, grinning as if he was about to pull her
over with him, only to scoot a little closer once he righted himself.
Though he would never throw her off a cliff, Kara pulled her feet onto
the platform all the same once he started laughing, too.
“You shouldn’t push people who are sitting on ledges, you know,” he said with a wink.
Kara smiled. “You’d heal instantly.”
He nudged her shoulder. “Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt.”
“Well, I’m sorry then.”
“Ungracious apology accepted.”
She laughed. She couldn’t help it. Even
if her mind had created Ourea as some elaborate defense mechanism, she
would stay just to be near him.
But Ourea was real. She’d
escaped armies, decapitated shadow demons, and had too many scars for it
to not be real—and the gravity of her dangerous new life sent bile into
the back of her throat. The people vagabonds loved died. Every time.
Thus, why she couldn’t have Braeden.
“You all right, Kara?”
She caught his eye and forced a smile. “Yep.”
He narrowed his eyes as if waiting for
her to crack under the pressure. She wouldn’t. She wanted what she
couldn’t have. It was as simple as that.
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