Kieran Purple Hyacinth Novels & Stories

I slipped inside like a shadow. The room smelled of dust and ink. Shelves towered above me, scrolls stacked and bound with red string. My fingers moved quickly, silently. I knew how the system worked, I’d catalogued these records once, years ago, before my voice was taken and my usefulness reduced. I found Kieran’s name. I wish I hadn’t. There was no royal ward designation. No protective seal. Just one line, written in careful script: RITUAL ASSET. My knees buckled.

Crouching, "But if you desperately wish for it, I'll do the honors as soon as you rescue Seraphina. She's important to me. After all, You're the one who offered her up easily on a platter." I almost chuckled in his face but the fear of almost being turn apart suppressed that. Of course, there was a catch. Everyone wants her. "And why is she important to you?" Kieran stood, adjusting his duffel bag. "Because she's my daughter." I stared at him. Impossible.

Instantly, I think of Eliza, my blood suddenly boiling inside me. But what can I do? Even if I am angry right now, even if I want to march over there and tear them apart from each other, I can’t. She is his Luna now. She is the one standing there beside him. Not me. Just then, I see his eyes suddenly scanning the crowd, those piercing green eyes flecked with gold. At six-foot-four, Kieran is a wall of muscle and raw power. The kind of raw power that makes my knees weaken even now.