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Two nightmares. One memory.
“Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.”
Eric has weeks before his final battle when he’s in an accident. Forced to face his human side, he knows he can’t survive if he fights alone. But he doesn’t want to surrender, even if he becomes the sacrifice for war.
Jessica’s memory isn’t the only thing she’s lost. Her desire to find her parents is gone and so is her confidence. But when fate leaves nightmares behind, she decides to find the boy she sees in them, even if it risks her sanity
“Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.”
Eric has weeks before his final battle when he’s in an accident. Forced to face his human side, he knows he can’t survive if he fights alone. But he doesn’t want to surrender, even if he becomes the sacrifice for war.
Jessica’s memory isn’t the only thing she’s lost. Her desire to find her parents is gone and so is her confidence. But when fate leaves nightmares behind, she decides to find the boy she sees in them, even if it risks her sanity
Excerpt
“You have to handle the pain,” Urte said, knotting the straps around my wrists and feet. My blood circulation was halted.
“This is ridiculous,” I said, skimming the machine I was attached to. My father wasn’t joking when he said Urte had rigorous training in mind. Urte was testing my pain resistance with a machine designed for shade torture. As soon as Urte pressed the On button, floods of Light energy would enter my body, and I would be left to deal with it.
“You need to be able to withstand all kinds of pain,” he said as I squirmed against his touch like a child at the dentist. “You need to be able to handle torture.”
“When the hell am I going to be tortured, Urte?” My question strained against my throat straps. A needle would pierce my jugular vein directly.
“You never know, Shoman.”
“Actually, I do,” I argued. “The prophecy states a battle, not a torture frenzy.”
“And your wit isn’t going to solve either one.”
“You aren’t the one being put into a torture machine,” I pointed out, remaining still. The last thing I wanted was to start the pain early.
Urte couldn’t meet my eyes. “I’m the teacher, you’re the student.”
“Like that’s a reasonable explanation for your actions.”
He tightened the last strap on my knee. “You don’t have a choice.”
I glared at his back as he fiddled with dials. At any moment, the pain would begin. “What if I were Pierce?” I asked.
Urte’s wrinkles contorted around his frown. “Don’t play that card, Shoman.”
“I’ll play any card I can to get out of this,” I retorted, fumbling. I wasn’t getting out of this one. “I’m Brenthan and Pierce at the same time.”
Urte slouched onto the machine’s controls, careful not to push any of them. “This is part of the lesson plan the elders created,” he said, ignoring the mention of his sons.
I gritted my teeth. “I can guarantee which elder offered this.”
“We all did,” he said.
My lip curled. “Luthicer did, right?”
Urte refused to meet my eyes, and I fumed. Luthicer, the only half-breed elder, always pushed my limits. “I hate him,” I growled.
Urte placed his fingers on the lever that I assumed would begin everything. “He saved your life,” he said, reminding me of the spells Luthicer had singlehandedly removed from my blood. “Twice.”
“And now he’s trying to kill me.”
“Torture isn’t killing, Shoman.”
“You’re right,” I grumbled. “Killing is more humane.”
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