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~ Prologue ~

Chancemont LeBlanc

Present day

ALL AT ONCE—he was on her! The Dark Prince Pestale had the Death Sword across her throat, and if her brotherher killed

Chance sibling, Lana

And then, right before his eyes, the Dark Prince, grinning all the while, slit young, sweet Lana’s throat, and she was forever lost to them

Thunder rolled through his body then—rolled through it still His sword vibrated in his hands, feeling his need

He wanted blood, the Dark Prince’s blood, and he wanted itelse in his life

Fury took over his despair and buried the pain of grief with the hope that he would soon have the Dark Prince in his grip and torture him before he put an end to the Dark Fae’ssorrow—filtered through to his heart and blinded hi sister’s death Guilt shouted out his faults and blauilt was a waste of tiuilt with purpose and becaoals

Find Pestale, capture Pestale, and drag him to Dravo, where he and his father could inflict pain and punish him out for the buzzards to feed upon

Thoughts of his father off alone and et over this loss He was the Milesian leader, Morgan LeBlanc, a big man that his people on Dravo relied upon

His da—who he could have passed as his brother, so young was he in appearance—was lost to drink and self-inflicted solitude Who could blame him?

His da, who had always been a force in Chance’s life, was broken by this final loss And rage filled Chance as he made his plans Milesians were an immortal race—not born that way, but created by the dust from the Fae World of Danu when that world was destroyed The dust had coht the Fae to the Human Realm

Now, their joint loss of Lana would hurt theh eternity

She was the only daughter, a rereat love his father had for Chance’s ht-eyed baby sister who had not yet reached maturity, with her entire immortal life ahead of her—until Pestale

Revenge? Soe could be sweet He wasn’t certain that was true, but he shouted to the winds, “Revenge canna bring back her laughing eyes, or her dear voice …” His own voice trailed off, because he needed revenge, for without it—without revenge—he could not attain justice To Chance the talked a straight and parallel line