Immortal Reign teaser
Less than four months to go until the release of the final book in the Falling Kingdoms series (which, in case you didn’t know, was moved from December to a February 6, 2018 release date).
I thought it was time to share a longer snippet.
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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR FALLING KINGDOMS 5: CRYSTAL STORM
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From Falling Kingdoms #6: IMMORTAL REIGN, Chapter 2....
Some of the amusement had disappeared from the guard’s eyes at the threat when he glanced at Cleo. Less amusement, but still no fear.
“I don’t know where Lord Kurtis is,” he said slowly. “So why don’t you be on your way now, little girl?”
“I know you were present when Prince Magnus disappeared.” Cleo had to speak slowly to keep her voice from trembling with her growing frustration. She couldn’t let the magic inside her flare up and cause her to lose control. “Nerissa Florens has confirmed that you were there. That you knocked him unconscious and dragged him away. This isn’t up for debate or denial, it’s a fact. Tell me where you took him.”
Nerissa had told Cleo not to come here—to let others search for Magnus and Kurtis. She wanted Cleo to rest.
It was an impossible request.
Nerissa wanted to stay with Cleo today, but Cleo had insisted she join the search for Magnus.
Despite the bruises and cuts on the guard’s face, his hateful smirk had returned. “Very well. You really want to know? Lord Kurtis had us bring the prince to this very room. Right here.” He looked up at the thick iron chains. “These exact restraints. But then Lord Kurtis dismissed me, told me to go back to work. So that’s exactly what I did. What happened after that, I don’t know. But I do know something…”
Cleo had started to tremble as she imagined Magnus here, chained right where this guard stood. His face bloody, beaten. His body broken.
“What do you know?” Cleo snarled through clenched teeth, drawing closer to the prisoner. So close that his sour stench became nearly unbearable.
“Lord Kurtis is obsessed with the prince—obsessed with killing him, that is. So, my guess? That’s exactly what he did.”
White hot pain crashed across Cleo’s gaze, and she swallowed back the urge to sob. She’d already imagined a thousand horrible things Kurtis could have done to him.
More reason to stay awake. More reason to fight for answers because she wasn’t ready to give up.
“Magnus is not dead,” she bit out. “I won’t believe it.”
