by T. S. Snow
When her eyes landed on me, her frown deepened.
“Logan?”
I nodded at her unspoken question.
I may have been beaten, but whoever they were, they’d at least healed my gunshot wounds before throwing me in here. Further proof they did not want me dead.
“Theo?” She cupped his face, looking into his eyes as if needing the closeness to make sure he was okay.
He frowned at her. “I told you to run, why did you not run?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Of course I wasn’t going to run, you dummy. They would’ve hurt you and Logan. I couldn’t let that happen.”
“It was careless of you to put yourself in danger when you didn’t know whether you could even save us or not,” I chimed in.
Charisma glared at me. “Yes, well, it was careless of you to get caught in the first place, but you don’t see me pointing fingers, do you?”
Point taken.
Theodore cupped Charisma’s cheek, forcing her to look at him. “You should’ve run. Char baby, we are not important, you are. We went out looking for trouble, but you didn’t.”
Charisma’s eyes seemed to look deep into his soul before they moved to mine, and I felt like she’d stripped me naked. Left me vulnerable.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Theo. You’re both important. At least to me.”
“My, my, isn’t this lovely?” A voice sounded from outside the cell, followed by the sound of slow clapping as Cara Silverstorm appeared as if out of thin air. “Poor little misunderstood Charisma Carter. Once again sacrificing herself for others,” she spat out with venom. “Tell me, do they know you’ve been sleeping around with the other heirs, whoring yourself in the hopes one of them will take pity on you and offer you protection? Or have you slept with these two, too, in an attempt to get the same thing?” Cara walked closer to the bars and looked down her nose at Charisma with pure hatred, before her derisive stare turned to me. “I can’t believe you chose to sleep with her rather than with me.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, turning to leave.
“I could’ve given you so much, Logan, yet you chose to lay with the mutts. You deserve this fate as much as she does. Enjoy your little slut while you can, because come morning, you’ll all be dead and her Necromancer boyfriend will be the one taking the blame for it all.”
Charisma gasped. “How do you know about him?” she asked, jumping to her feet, trying to get to Cara.
Cara turned her head and smiled at Charisma as if seeing her cousin’s desperation was the best thing in the world. “There’s little I don’t know, dear cousin. And little I won’t do, to make sure you’re utterly destroyed.” And then Cara walked away, leaving behind Charisma, whose face had gone sheet-white as her entire world started to shred into pieces.
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Acknowledgments
Well, looks like we reached that point in the story where you guys are ready to grab your pitchforks and come after me. But worry not! The next (and hopefully final) book will be releasing soon and I promise it’ll be worth the wait.
Thank you so much for continuing to follow Char’s story. Thank you for sharing, recommending, reviewing, and throwing this series at people. Being an author has always been a dream of mine, and it still feels incredibly surreal that my words are being read by so many.
Char’s story may be getting close to an end, but the Arcane Mage world will still carry on strong, and I have plans for quite a few spinoffs with some characters you guys love, and some you haven’t met yet.
As for my ‘hank yous…
A lot goes into writing a book, and not just on the author’s end, but everyone close to them, too. I can’t go without acknowledging all they’ve done, and their unending patience while I complained whenever I got stuck or frustrated or just felt like a failure.
To Ann, Candice, and Colette, who all had to listen to me complaining and cursing this book time and time again. For reminding me that I had this, even when I didn’t.
To Rachel, who has to put up with me every single day, and who probably curses me a lot haha.
To Lysanne, thanks for keeping my schedule and well keeping me in line and making sure things go off without a hitch.
To my betas, Cindy, Danielle, Desiree, Janet, and Rachel, you girls are freaking amazing. There would be a hell lot more mistakes without your keen eyes and enthusiasm.
And last, but not least, to Meg and Gatti, the first who would headbutt my computer so I’d give her pets, and the second of whom has to deal with me every single day while I hide in my cave and hiss for food when the deadline is approaching.
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About the Author
A scientist at heart, T.S. Snow lives in a land far far away, secluded from most authors and readers (rumor has it that if you open your wardrobe you can find her hiding in there trying to take a nap). T.S. has a thirst for learning new languages, even if she is mostly worried about finding out new curse words in them. She has an amazing support system that include a loving boyfriend, her family, friends and her loyal–if completely lazy–dog. When she’s not writing, T.S. can often be found causing complete chaos with her friends on social media, inhaling unhealthy amounts of coffee, or napping. Mostly napping.
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