THE SUBSTITUTE MATE FOR THE ALPHA KING
She looked past me, toward the horizon, her arms spread wide as if to embrace the entire world below.
“And you,” she said, her eyes snapping back to mine, filled with a terrifying, pitying glee, “you will have a front-row seat to the dawn of my new world.”
Anya let her arrow fly.
It was a perfect shot, aimed directly at Renejay’s heart.
But one of the hooded figures simply raised a hand. The arrow stopped in mid-air, a foot from Renejay’s chest, and clattered harmlessly to the stone floor.
The old magic wasn’t a fairy tale.
Bab Populer