Rhys
I didn't think surviving would hurt this much.
Two years unconscious. Magic I shouldn't be able to access for decades now flows through me like a hurricane. And the one person I'd die for—the one I did nearly die for—hasn't come for me.
Trapped in an isolated glen with a dragon priestess as my teacher, I'm learning to control power that could destroy those I'm meant to protect and mastering weapons I know I'm going to need for the battles ahead. However, as I get stronger, I'm starting to realize my real battle isn't against the magic—it's learning that being a protector means nothing if you can't protect yourself.
Some illusions are meant to be shattered.
Morrigan
I survived the dungeons, and now I hunt the woman who put me there, the traitor who murdered my mother.
Every Way I open, every forest I search—all in pursuit of Deardriu. She will pay for what she's done, and her death will stain the Sidhe red.
I have no need of friends or allies. I especially do not need a terrified cu sidhe pup who looks at me like I am his saviour.
But as days pass in his company, sharing stories and fighting enemies, I discover that sometimes the fiercest protectors come in the smallest packages. And sometimes the tales we tell reveal truths about ourselves that cut deeper than any blade.
