Fate of a Faux (Lords of Rathe #2) Read Online Meagan Brandy, Amo Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Forbidden, Paranormal Tags Authors: , Series: Amo Jones
Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
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My eyes narrow on London’s new psycho little friend, but before I can say anything, Legend must kick her under the table when he drops into the chair because her body jerks forward and her mossy eyes turn sharp on him. I have no doubt Lege can handle himself, but she even makes me question myself.

“What psych ward did our little London break you out of?” He stares her down.

Haide challenges his stare, as the corner of her mouth curves upward in a sinister smirk. “Well wouldn’t you love to know.”

“You guys know that remix Machine Gun Kelly and Travis Barker did... what was it called?” London pretends to think to herself, looking up at the ceiling. I push away from the wall I’m leaning against, losing the fight of being separate from her for this long. The closer she gets, the harder my heart thrashes in my chest and all I want to do is grab her by her hair and drag her the fuck out of here. Before I can stop myself, my hand is on her throat and I’m shoving her against the glass, my teeth sharpening at the ends as I feel her pulse thud against the palm of my hand. She bats her lashes up at me. “A girl like you.”

“You guys can fuck all you want later. For now, we need to handle this.” Creed’s voice dissipates in the air like ice does against humidity. “Knight!”

London flashes me a wide smile, one that shows her white teeth. “Later, lover...”

“There will be Argents prepared to fight for the council,” he speaks what we have all likely come to realize.

There is just no way the council could get away with this shit without some sort of army at their disposal. The fox's head games and the scream we heard with his obvious involvement in the King’s murder is proof enough of that. The question is... which woman was brave enough to kill our King?

I have a fucking feeling I know exactly who it was.

Anger tears through me and a growl leaves my mouth as I release London from her hold, turning back to Creed. “We kill them all.”

Creed nods in approval, waving his hand up to pull up a portal. Vines grow from the ground as roses and thorns wrap around the ancient frame.

“Remove your masks. We cannot hide from our people. The Stygian need to know we live and rise against this.” Creed steps through first, as Haide turns over her shoulder, winking at Legend who’s still glaring at her back.

“What’s wrong, brother...” I nudge his shoulder before snatching London’s hand with mine. I’ll be fucking damned if I let her out of my sight ever again. “Don’t like the new girl?”

He sneers, following us through. “Did you see her pet the hair of that guard’s severed head with a smile?” He shakes his head. “She’s fucking crazy.”

I think what he means is that she’s crazier than him, our logical, but ferocious when called for it, little brother.

Twenty-Seven

Knight

The portal snaps closed behind us as we materialize in the center of the stadium. Dust kicks up around us as the crowd in the stands quiets completely. I find Magdalena instantly as she pauses what she’s saying, turning to look at us all. Her mouth drops open suddenly, as Agro moves closer to her.

His eyes fly wide and then his hands lift.

Thunder cracks above, clouds materializing in the span of a breath, blocking out the people's view of the circular arena. This is where people battle during the placement trials at Rathe U. This is where the final determination is made—are you Argent at heart or does the organ that beats in your chest bleed black like us true Stygian.

“I am so sick of that thunder, motherfucker,” London grits, throwing her arms down, sending sparks into the earth and then lifting them to the skies. Lightning sparks across the place, crackling and booming on all surfaces and then it comes together, to form one giant lightning bolt. It hits the deck with a fierce clap, the wood and the seats the remaining council sit on turns to ice.

London smirks, then cocks her head. “Haide?”

“Dying to play.” The dark-haired warrior fucking princess steps forward.

Magdalena's eyes narrow on the girl and Haide laughs, waving her fingers at her, and then faster than even my eyes could process, she’s pulled a dagger from her side, and thrown it.

It whistles through the air at warp speed, sticking straight into the center of the deck.

She smiles, standing back and slaps hands with London without looking.

Her lips form a small O, as she lets out a quick breath, as if to blow out a simple candle. The ice cracks, the Ministry's eyes widen, and then it breaks, sending everyone on it tumbling into an avalanche of ice.



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