No regret. No remorse. His emotions were now strangers to him. There was only one person who could still reach past it and make him feel something other than the his own bitter pain and rage.
Treasure them because they are few and far between. The future is transitory and never guaranteed. Today is the only thing you can change for certain.
Make the most of it. Love all, regardless of what they do. Trust only those you have to. Harm none until they harm you. Never be afraid to kill or destroy your enemies. They would not hesitate to kill or destroy you. His secretary You know I would never, ever hurt you He was back in record time In fact, he only felt one thing He could hear the bass from her music even at his distance. Unaware of his presence and completely lost to her blissful youth, she bobbed her head and kept time to the raucous beat with her stylus.
Thank the gods she was still untouched and happy. She was extremely tall for a woman. Barely an inch shorter than he was, she towered over their petite mother and most other women. Sitting on the frilly pink bed in a blue tank top and shorts, surrounded by primitive print textbooks and her e-reader and note ledger, she was all skinny arms and legs.
Unlike his brother and sister, Darling had been brought home from school the moment his father had died—two days before his brother and sister had even been notified of the murder. A lovely task his mother and uncle had delegated to him.
After the funeral, Arturo had demanded he stay at the palace to be tutored, supposedly for his own protection. But Darling knew the truth. But that had changed when he was seventeen, and his uncle had made the unfortunate mistake of hiring Nykyrian to guard Darling for public functions. Thinking the fierce Andarion would intimidate him into behaving, his uncle had never dreamed they would become close friends. Because of his own battered past, Nykyrian had welcomed Darling in like a brother.
Rather than ride herd on him as his uncle wanted, Nykyrian had given him a cover story so that Darling could finally live like he was almost normal, and have days of freedom at a stretch. At least until his uncle got nervous about his whereabouts and sicced his dogs on him. Then Darling was dragged back to his cell and kept there until something else distracted Arturo. When Nykyrian had founded the Sentella to protect innocent victims from the League and her allies, Darling had gladly signed on as their youngest member, and one of the five leaders.
Annalise and her roommate, who was on the bed next to hers, finally looked up from their work to see him in the doorway. Lise smiled brightly as she turned her music off. What are you doing here? She arched her brow. You almost look straight, shilo. I just need you to come with me. Fury darkened her hazel green eyes. You know better. I have exams tomorrow. This time she arched both brows at his military-issued orders. No offense, but I want my sweet, gay brother back. Please go find him and take this one away.
Darling cursed in Phrixian under his breath. He hated whenever Lise dug her heels in over something. Second only to their mother, anyway. Ladling him with guilt, though, was another matter entirely…. Gods forbid! Even a single syllable. Must have been at least three or four years ago. Maybe more. Now, he strangely considered it amusing. Naked if I have to. She jerked her earphones out in a royal huff. As soon as Lise had pulled on a pair of acceptable pants over her shorts, and a large shirt and shoes, he took her arm to guide her from her room, and down the hallway of her dorm.
Only Lise called him sashi. Even though she was twenty now, he still saw her as that adorable toddler who would run to him, laughing the whole way. Something that seriously pissed them both off. He was too used to taking fire for them. Besides, he felt more like their father than their brother. She stopped so abruptly that he lost his grip on her. Is it dangerous? It better not be dangerous…Is it dangerous? He had to clamp down on the urge to strangle her for holding them up.
Not for me or for anything. Touched by her heartfelt words, Darling kissed her on the forehead. Now we need to get moving. If they could make it to launch, no one would be able to stop them. Inside the hangar, Darling glanced over at a small group of six men dressed as college engineers, but he paid them no heed as he led his sister toward his ship on the left.
Fearing assassins were after him, he listened to their conversation intently. Those words registered at the same time he saw the group rushing toward them, reaching for weapons. What the hell? They were dressed as civs. Double shit. Clarion would never believe that Kere was also the Caronese heir they fought against and hated.
None of them would. All they saw was a royal-blooded enemy who stood for everything that had ever repressed them. Every failure in their lives. Every disappointment from not having a better job to being saddled with a spouse who nagged them to distraction. Without questioning him, she dropped her tote, and for once, obeyed. Running backward, Darling tried to protect her as best he could. He mentally reviewed the weapons he had on him. They were all designed to kill.
That was the last thing he wanted. They were good men with families he knew in some cases on an intimate level. Arturo, his wife and daughters, yes.
He growled in frustration. Darling kept himself between Lise and their fire as he went with her, toward the ship. Blasts of color ricocheted everywhere. One blast came within millimeters of Lise. His blood boiled. To kidnap his sister and what? Hold her for ransom? Was he out of his idiotarian mind? The only value she had to their uncle was as a virgin bride.
Shit, shit, shit…. Lise made it to the ship, then hesitated as she glanced at Darling and the men on their heels. Turning around, Darling pulled out his blaster and opened cover fire, trying to buy her enough time to get into the cockpit.
He had no intention of wounding them. All he aimed for was the space between Clarion and the man on his left. The moment he pulled the trigger, his blast was absorbed as if the Resistance fighters were protected by a force field. An instant later, pulses of energy shot out in all directions. One of the blasts struck him hard in the chest, knocking him off his feet forcefully enough to skid him across the concrete floor. Had he not been wearing his armor, it would have killed him.
Help me! It knocked her away from the ladder to land beside his ship. Her cry for him tore him apart. Terrified, he stared at her as a pool of red spread across the concrete, bleeding out from under her body. There was so much blood. It soaked her clothes and covered her outstretched hand.
Darling wanted to go to her and protect her. And he knew exactly why. Tears filled his eyes as the truth kicked his teeth in and struck him harder than the blast that had paralyzed him. Grief and agony shredded his conscience. How could he have been so stupid? How could fate have done this to him? The Resistance members came forward with cocky strides, laughing at their success.
Two went over to Lise while the rest surrounded Darling. One of them kicked his shoulder with the toe of his boot. Another one clapped hands with Clarion. Man, we need to send Kere flowers or a woman or something to say thank you for this.
Clarion smiled as he pulled the tricom off his belt and kissed it. Darling felt a single tear sliding from the corner of his eye as the rebel confirmed his worst fear. Over and over, he saw images of Lise reaching for him to hold or protect her. Saw the smile in her eyes and heard her laughter as she hugged him tight, and told him how much she loved her big brother. The blast left a huge hole in her.
What a waste, too. We could have definitely had fun with her while we waited for payment. One of the soldiers kicked him in the ribs. Damn you, for screwing this up. Snarling in anger, Clarion approached Darling. The moment he did, a wide smile curved his lips. This…this is much better than even the princess. Darling Cruel. Caronese heir to the throne and future governor of our worthless empire. We just hit the mother lode of good fortune. Those fearless souls who know the price of independent thought and individuality, and who are willing to pay it.
For those who have walked through the fires of hell and rather than fall to its flames, have emerged battered, but victorious. In the immortal words of Ovid: Quin nunc quoque frigidus artus, dum loquor, horror habet, parsque est meminisse doloris- Even now while I tell it, cold horror envelops me and my pains return the minute I think of it. We can never escape the pain of our pasts, or the flashbacks that assault us when we dare to let our thoughts drift unattended, but we can choose to not let it ruin the future we, alone, can build for ourselves.
And for those who are currently trapped in a bad situation. May you find the resolute strength it takes to free yourself, and to finally see the beauty that lives inside you. You are resplendent, and you deserve respect and love.
When our compassion and ability to love and appreciate others go, then our bullies and opressors have truly won, for it is not they who are harmed, but rather we who lose our souls and hearts to the same miserable bitterness that caused them to lash out against us.
The cycle can be broken- it must be broken, even though the path is never easy or without cost. Yet victory is made sweeter when you know it came from within you, without violent retribution. The best revenge is to leave them mired in their hateful misery while you learn to bask in the warmth of self-esteem and happiness.
Never forget that broken wings can and do heal in time, and that those scarred wings can carry the eagle to the top of the highest mountain. Most of all, for my wonderful boys who have filled me with more love than I ever imagined possible. You are the greatest gift I have ever known.
Thank you for being the man I only thought existed in fairytales and dreams. I love you all! May the best day in your past be the worst day in your future. Original Publication Date: May 01, Darling The hero Kere has a dark secret and a brutal past. And the one thing he wants most is to see his uncle, who stole the crown by murdering his father, Zarya The heroine The daughter of a traitor, Zarya was raised on the backstreets of hell.
After her father's murder when she's 18, she rises to replace him as leader of the Caronese Resistance that opposes Arturo's cruel laws that strangle their people. A wanted felon, she is a lead rebel trying to bring down one of the most powerful dynasties in the United Systems.
Her greatest asset is a mysterious member of the Sentella she knows nothing about, one who Hints You learn a lot more about Dariling, Maris and Hauk. His mobile alarm chimed. Maris scowled. How the hell could he still be deemed a minor at twenty-eight years old? Only by something as backwards as Caronese law… A law originally designed to protect him and his people.
He felt like he was starting to go insane from it all. The fact he breathed got him in to trouble. Not even Maris. The waiter came by, flashed a dimpled smile at Maris and took the check and card. His alarm buzzed again. Forward front! The book was published in multiple languages including English, consists of pages and is available in Mass Market Paperback format. The main characters of this romance, romance story are Darling, Zarya.
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