The Healer
When your enemy is your fated mate...
Athadia is a Healer, possibly the last of her dwindling race. Vaun is the warrior who rescues her—then refuses to let her go. She knows by his first touch he is a Latent, a half-blood and potential mate, but he’s also her mortal enemy. She needs to escape—hopefully with his unborn child in her womb.
Athadia keeps Vaun’s soldiers alive on their perilous journey back to Kerfdom, but once there, Vaun is ordered by his brother, the King, to kill her. Keeping her is viewed as treason, but she offers him a type of healing that has eluded him all his life. It can’t be love, though. Athadia is forbidden to take a life mate.
As conspiracies are revealed and war threatens, can they unite their people against a common foe? Or will she cause Vaun to be revealed as one of her own, ensuring they’re both killed and all hope of a future lost?
450 Pages | 12 Hours | 120K words
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EXERPT
Chador looked to Vaun with an expression of baffled fright. “It’s gone.”
“Your armband? It’s on the other side, friend.” Battle fatigue, Vaun thought, relaxing his grip on his sword. “Drink something. Eat.”
“No, the cut,” Chador said, still panicked. “Look, the bloodstains are here, but…” He rubbed. “There’s not even a scar.”
The statement silenced all the men. They looked from Chador, to the woman, to Vaun. Apprehension crackled on the air.
“Is she one of those Alvian soul-stealers?” Chador asked in a whisper.
She was terrified was what she was, but Vaun sensed eerie fear in his men, too. He felt it as a contagion in himself as he recollected his history lessons—bloody tales of the First Settlement Wars. Battles against primitives who healed with touch but also banded together to slaughter indiscriminately.
“Those are legends,” he said, not as filled with certainty as he wanted to be. “Stories exaggerated by time.” He looked to the ridge of the vulnerable bowl in which they stood.
The woman attempted to sidle past Bezek. Another of Vaun’s men moved to block her and she paused, her gaze growing more anxious as the rest encircled her.
Could she be one of those unnatural Alvian creatures?