Page 59 of Savage Throne
Imagining her beside me.
I knew it was foolish—holding onto memories when I should have been preparing for the battle—but I couldn’t help it.
I was a man used to taking what I wanted and bending the world to my will.
She’s more than love, more than mine. That’s what you wanted me to understand, Father? You cruel sick fuck of a man.
I sneered.
In this moment, I knew now more than ever that Moni wasn’t a prize I’d won or a possession to be kept.
She was my equal.
My partner.
My other half.
I wasn’t complete without her.
How did that happen so fast?
I raked my hands through my hair as frustration bubbled beneath my skin.
I can’t rule without her. I just. . .realized that right now. . .but. . .how did that happen?
In order to be the best Mountain Master for the East, Ineededher.
I needed her laughter, her strength, her warmth—everything that made her Moni.
Shit!
I would do anything to get her back.
Burn the world to ashes.
Kill anyone who stood in my way.
Betray my blood.
None of it mattered as long as she was by my side again.
That was the paradox I lived with—the tension between rage and reason, between the duty of a leader and the desperation of a lover.
Alright. Alright. No more tears. No more prayer. You had your moment. Get it together. Get your head back in the fucking game.
I couldn’t afford to be reckless, not with Moni’s life on the line.
I exhaled, forcing myself to stand straight.
She said that I must get rest and then train in the morning so. . .that’s what I’ll do.
Tomorrow, everything would change.
One way or another, I’d her have back to me. And when I did, I wouldn’t let her go.
Not ever again.
Because Moni wasn’t just the love of my life—she was my life.
