Author: K.F. Breene
Series: Darkness book 5
Genre: Paranormal
Publication: October 30, 2014
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With Sasha as the proclaimed Mage of high ranking power, she can't just slip under the carpet to a peaceful existance. Instead, she must present herself to the Council, a group of white mages who reside over the magical community, governing Stefan's people. There she must prove she has what it takes to be the mage of Stefan's clan, not something easily done.
Stefan, too, has been noticed by the large faction of rulers. An alpha leader with a firm hold over his people, he has outgrown in his position, and it shows. Ties to a human mage with a vast well of power, though, has made him a target. Sasha is sought after, and those who want to harness her power will take her by force if necessary.
With Dominicous' and Toa's help, Sasha and Stefan must face the trials coming up. Proving themselves is the easy part. Getting out with their lives becomes the challenge.
Excerpt
“Here we go, bro,” Charles growled, turning sideways so a quick turn of his head could have him seeing either end of the hallway.
“Oh God. This is a challenge, isn’t it.” My breath was coming in fast pants. My chest felt tight.
The men stalked toward us. Stefan’s height or more, huge and robust, they were thugs of massive proportions. The front man, eyes for me alone, ground to a halt ten feet in front of me. His lips quirked in a sardonic smile. “We don’t like humans thinking above their station.”
“Thinking above our station?” I said back automatically. “Well, I don’t have to worry about you doing that, huh?”
“If more than one of you challenges, we can step in to defend her,” Jonas drawled. He cracked his neck.
“I live here, haus. I know the rules of engagement,” the man retorted.
Thankfully, my guys didn’t mention Jonas’ statement was for me, not them.
“So what’s it going to be?” Jonas leaned in, his eyes flaring with crazy. “Am I invited to the party?”
The lead thug’s eyes flicked toward Jonas, an answer on his tongue. When his eyes hit my bodyguard, though, those words must’ve dried up, because he shut his mouth with a click. The two guys to the back shifted with darting eyes, a normal person’s version of begging to shuffle away quickly.
“I don’t got a gripe with you, man.” The leader nodded toward me. “I got a gripe with a bitch human prancing around with my kind at her back, like lap dogs.”
The men stalked toward us. Stefan’s height or more, huge and robust, they were thugs of massive proportions. The front man, eyes for me alone, ground to a halt ten feet in front of me. His lips quirked in a sardonic smile. “We don’t like humans thinking above their station.”
“Thinking above our station?” I said back automatically. “Well, I don’t have to worry about you doing that, huh?”
“If more than one of you challenges, we can step in to defend her,” Jonas drawled. He cracked his neck.
“I live here, haus. I know the rules of engagement,” the man retorted.
Thankfully, my guys didn’t mention Jonas’ statement was for me, not them.
“So what’s it going to be?” Jonas leaned in, his eyes flaring with crazy. “Am I invited to the party?”
The lead thug’s eyes flicked toward Jonas, an answer on his tongue. When his eyes hit my bodyguard, though, those words must’ve dried up, because he shut his mouth with a click. The two guys to the back shifted with darting eyes, a normal person’s version of begging to shuffle away quickly.
“I don’t got a gripe with you, man.” The leader nodded toward me. “I got a gripe with a bitch human prancing around with my kind at her back, like lap dogs.”
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About K.F. Breene
A wine country native, I moved to San Francisco for college just shy of a decade ago to pursue a lifelong interest in film. As I settled into the vibrant city, it quickly became apparent that, while I thought making and editing films was great fun, I lacked cinematic genius. For that reason, my career path quickly changed direction. My next goal was a strange childhood interest, conjured at the dining room table while filling out a form. For some reason, my young self wanted to be an Accountant. Thinking on it now, I wonder how I had any friends. Regardless, it was the direction I finally took.
While I could wrangle numbers with the best of 'em, and even though I wore the crown as the most outspoken, belligerent accountant in the world, my mind got as stuffy as my daily routine. It was here that I dusted off my creative hat and began writing.
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