by Chloe Jacobs
A fate as unavoidable as love itself...
After spending the last four years trapped in a place of monsters, demons, and magick, the last thing the fierce teenage bounty hunter Greta expected was to ever be back on Earth. But a rare opportunity gives her and the Goblin King Isaac the opportunity to do just that. Now she’s home. With a boy in tow. And her parents have lots of questions.
Although Greta finally has her heart’s deepest wish—to see her family again—every step she takes to reconnect with them drives her further away from Isaac. Greta and Isaac planned for her to return to Mylena and become his queen, but she’s not sure if she can go back to that harsh world, though staying on Earth means giving up the boy she loves.
But a powerful enemy refuses to let Greta escape. A demon who will stop at nothing to destroy her and everything she loves. Even if it means following her to Earth and forcing her to face a fate as unavoidable as love itself.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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First Edition February 2016
This book is for Derek.
I want to be more than the one who takes you to school, does your laundry, kisses your forehead at night, and dries your tears when you’re sad. I want to be the one who shows you how to reach for the sky and never give up on making all of your dreams come true.
You inspired me to be the best version of myself that I can be, so that I could do the same for you…and this series was born from that inspiration. Determination and love have now brought it to this final place, and I hope that one day when you’re struggling and ready to give up, you’ll come back to these pages and remember how much I believe in you.
You can do anything.
Now go save the planet.
Prologue
As often as Greta came to Maidra’s, it never got any easier to make herself walk into that closed and crowded room. It was always stuffed to the rafters with all manner of Mylean species, most of them dangerous, and who’d be happy to kill her if the truth about her human origins was ever leaked—which was a good enough reason for her to keep coming back. She wouldn’t stay away out of fear. And if anyone tried something? Well, she could always use the sword practice.
Besides, it was the only place to get a decent mug of linberry tea. And it was one of the best places to find new jobs. There was a public board for notices where the warrants and bounties were often posted, and when the ale flowed, conversation inevitably turned to the ones who were Lost…and that was her business.
Standing at the curve of the road leading to the tavern’s front door, she glanced behind her—because she always glanced behind her, not because she thought someone was actually there. Ironically, if someone had been following her, she liked to think she would know without having to look.
Clouds hung in front of both of Mylena’s moons, and the deep shadows were oppressive this evening. The ground was thick with snow. It had been falling steadily for the last three days, accumulating on the roads and making travel treacherous. Even so, it looked as if the tavern was busy tonight. Maybe everyone else in the goblin kingdom had felt as shut in by the recent weather as she had.
At least the winds had died down, and the white stuff was almost pretty. Then again, when winter lasted as long as it did in Mylena—forever—snow had stopped looking pretty years ago.
She maybe shouldn’t have come without Luke, but she was trying to prove to him that she was ready, that she could handle herself in Mylena on her own and didn’t need her pater to babysit her anymore. That was an ongoing battle, since he could still dump her flat on her ass during seven out of ten of their training sessions, and he said that meant the odds of someone else getting the best of her were at least that good.
But even Luke had to admit that she’d become an expert at going unnoticed when she wanted to, which was pretty much always. Invisibility was her best defense against the prejudice and hatred that was her deadliest enemy in this harsh world. Not the creatures that she hunted. They were only poor souls who’d lost their way—and would never find their way back. Those lost souls—literally called the Lost—were dangerous and needed to be dealt with, but after almost four years, she wasn’t worried about them so much as she worried someone would find out her secret…that she was human and didn’t belong here.
Still, every once in a while the loneliness and melancholy got the better of her, and she needed the distraction of other people, so she went to Maidra’s, even if she didn’t speak to a soul while she was there.
This was one of those times. It wasn’t every day a girl turned seventeen, after all.
On her birthday that first year with Luke, she’d mentioned it to him ever so casually. He’d looked her up and down, then simply nodded and kicked her ass on the training field—a clearing in the woods behind his little cottage.
While she’d lain on the ground, bleeding and gasping for air, he’d thrown her sword into the dirt by her side and said that survival was no milestone to be celebrated. Everyone was expected to accomplish at least that much. If she wanted recognition for something, she should train harder, and on the day she could take him down in a fight, he would let her hunt on her own. That was all the recognition she should ever need.
She hadn’t brought it up again. Greta wasn’t even sure why she continued to keep track. Last year for her sixteenth birthday, instead of a pool party with all her friends, she’d been stalking a ghoul through the Brimstone Caves. The only present she’d opened was the creature’s chest…a
split second before it had tried to spray her with a stream of corrosive poison from a mouth filled with jagged, razor-sharp teeth.
This year she’d tried not to care at all, but she just couldn’t let the day go by altogether. Even if it was just her and a cup of linberry tea, she felt the need to do something, and so she’d sneaked out of the cottage after Luke went to bed—not that she was under any illusions that he hadn’t heard her leave.
She climbed the front steps of the tavern and opened the door. The first thing she noticed was the heat. So many bodies, combined with a roaring fire in the large hearth, made for a wave that billowed toward the door and smacked her in the face.
She paused at the threshold to absorb the blast and survey the scene. She knew better than to enter an enclosed space without determining what potential dangers lay in wait.
The tavern was packed with the usual suspects. Mostly of goblin origin, but Maidra’s was a species-neutral public house. A lone ogre sat at the bar a few stools away from a group of rowdy gnomes. There were quite a few sprites living in this neck of the goblin forest, and they liked their ale as much as everyone else. A table of them gave thanks to the Great Mother before downing the cups being dropped off for them by the barmaid.
There weren’t many available tables. The one she would have chosen—farthest away from the door against the wall so that she wouldn’t have to put anyone at her back—was taken by a goblin boy who couldn’t be much older than she was, despite his massive size.
Her heart sped up faster than the last time she’d faced a pack of gnomes. The boy had broad shoulders and arresting features, noticeable from all the way across the room. She would have thought the earth and fire sprites would be crawling all over him, desperate for a little action. But he was alone.
A few of Maidra’s customers turned to see why the front door was still open, letting out all the precious heat. She quickly stepped all the way inside and closed the door.
She tipped her head down and tugged on her braids to make sure her hair covered her very human un-pointed ears as she slipped through the crowd to the next best table. It was nice and dark and mostly private, but it also put her directly beside the goblin, who was in her usual spot.
Without removing her hood or her scarf, she sat back and waited for Maidra’s only server—the sprite’s daughter, Tamsin—to notice that she’d gained a new customer. Given the bustle of activity that might take some time, but it was okay. She was suitably occupied. Her gaze kept sliding back to the goblin boy.
As busy as this place was, all of the tables around him—other than the one she’d claimed—were empty. And even though he was obviously alone, it was equally obvious that he wasn’t a stranger. Too many of Maidra’s patrons watched him, not with curiosity, but with poorly veiled discomfort. Not worried, not exactly. She knew how a room felt when the possibility of violence existed, and that wasn’t quite the tone here now, but there was something about this guy that evoked caution and restraint.
Tamsin finally saw her and stopped in front of Greta’s table with a polite smile. Even though Greta had been successful in hiding her human identity, she hadn’t exactly been making friends in Mylena. Her job as a bounty hunter set her apart from others.
“Linberry tea, danem?” the girl asked.
“Yes, thanks.” Tamsin turned away, but suddenly Greta changed her mind and called her back. “Actually, bring me an ale, would you?” she said.
It was her birthday, after all, and if this was the only way for her to celebrate it, then so be it.
She might not have been considered legal back home, but in Mylena, there were no such restrictions. She was old enough to carry a sword and take a life…and she was old enough to have a drink in a bar if she wanted one.
Tamsin didn’t even bat an eye, but the moment she left, Greta wanted to call her back and ask for the tea instead. Luke’s voice echoed in her head. He would have pointed out the stupidity of her decision. Alone in a public place when she was feeling melancholy and homesick…not a good time to try her first drink.
But Tamsin was already halfway to the bar, and if she called the girl back, she would only draw attention to herself. Instead, she would accept the ale when the barmaid returned, and let it sit untouched on the table. It was a waste of money she could have used more wisely, but again…birthday.
Greta watched as Tamsin reached the bar and leaned over it to give Greta’s order to her mother. Maidra glanced up and found Greta with a polite nod. If Greta had to pick someone she would consider a friend, it would probably be Maidra. Not that the woman had ever really spoken to Greta, but she’d at least been polite and welcoming. Greta’s life was such at this point that she didn’t expect any more from anyone else.
She’s like that with everyone. You are not special. Not to her, not to anyone here.
If only she could go home, but in all the time she’d been stuck in Mylena, the opportunity had never presented itself, and Greta had been looking. Less and less with every Lost creature she hunted, but still…
The ogre at the bar was saying something to Tamsin as she waited for Greta’s ale. The sprite shook her head, but the ogre leaned in closer. His arm swung out, and he put his meaty hand on her hip and dragged her into his side with a loud laugh. Tamsin tried to shove him away, but he was three times her size, and he’d obviously decided she owed him more than just another drink.
The gnomes on the other side of them chucked each other on the shoulders and laughed, watching. Most of Maidra’s patrons respected her rules—which included no fighting and no rowdy behavior—but this time when Tamsin frowned and said something to the ogre, pointing to the door, it wasn’t having any impact. The big guy wasn’t listening.
Greta pushed her chair back and started to get up, one hand on the hilt of her sword. Before she could slip around the table, the lone goblin boy was up and moving toward the bar.
The entire room went quiet, like a forest full of birds quieted by the movement of something big, something predatory. The only sound came from the crackle of the fire and Tamsin’s reedy objections as the ogre continued to angle for a cheap feel.
“Ogre!”
The goblin boy’s voice boomed as if he had a microphone pinned to his chest, but it was just him. Just him standing alone in the middle of a crowded, nowhere tavern.
The boy was either very stupid or very brave. Greta gauged her chances of taking them both down if things got ugly. It would all depend on how solid the ogre’s temperament was, and whether he was in danger of going Lost if challenged.
If that happened…man, they were screwed. This place would turn into a cage. The fact that the ogre was an ogre didn’t automatically make this a disaster waiting to happen, but it didn’t not make it a disaster waiting to happen, either.
Greta crossed her arms, aware of the balanced weight of the sword at her hip and the dagger strapped to her ankle. She waited to see what kind of balls this goblin boy had, getting ready to bail him out of trouble.
The burly ogre let go of Tamsin and turned around with a growl. Greta braced herself, but the ogre took one look at the boy who’d stood up and challenged him—without even breaking a cold sweat or pulling a weapon or anything—and totally backed down.
He stepped away from the bar and raised a hand in a “Hey, I was just leaving” gesture.
Even the foursome of coarse gnomes quieted down. One of them sneered at the goblin boy, but he didn’t get any support from his buddies.
The goblin didn’t wait to make sure the ogre was really leaving. His gaze swung around the room, seeming to catch every single eye…and ended with her as he turned his back to the entire place.
His gaze was sharp and penetrating, and as he returned to his table, he didn’t look at anyone else. Just her.
Her stomach clenched as she caught a flash of amethyst in his eyes. She ignored the sudden strange flutter in her belly and gritted her teeth as she broke away from that deep gaze with a shrug. She returned to her seat, pu
rposely ignoring the ogre, the goblin boy, and all the other patrons of Maidra’s place.
She shouldn’t have gotten out of her seat. Greta hadn’t come here to be a bouncer or a bounty hunter or anything else. Tonight, she only wanted to pretend that maybe, maybe, she had some smidgeon of hope for a halfway decent birthday. A simple drink before she was forced to go back out into the cold, alone, was all she’d wanted.
The noise level in the tavern was slow to return to normal. Tamsin approached a few moments later, balancing two tall cups made of hollowed-out deadwood on a platter shaved from the same material. She looked uncomfortable and wary. Like everyone else, she was focused on the oddly compelling goblin boy, but she tried to pretend she wasn’t. It was kind of funny, actually, and if Greta had been in a different sort of mood, she might have laughed out loud and pointed out how crazy they were all being.
Then again, maybe they knew something about this boy that she didn’t.
Tamsin plopped the first mug in the center of Greta’s round table unceremoniously—obviously not worried about her. She didn’t even wait for Greta to say thank you or pay for her drink before moving to the goblin boy’s table and setting the other glass before him. He got a deep curtsy and a formal thank you, which Greta acknowledged was probably deserved. The guy had staved off a bar fight with a single word, after all…although everything might have been completely fine without his interference, too. Nobody would ever know.
Scratch that. Greta knew. She’d had a hand on her sword for a reason, and somehow this goblin had changed the tide. Very few people wielded that kind of influence. She wanted to figure out what was so different about him.
He was fit, that was for sure. Tall and wide and intimidating. Most of the customers in Maidra’s had removed their outerwear, including the goblin boy, and his muscles stretched out a plain white linen tunic in a way she’d never really noticed on anyone else before.
He sat back in the chair. His posture was relaxed, but alert.
She took in everything, from the relative quality of his clothing to the size of his hand resting on the scarred wood of the table. Suddenly he stood, and her gaze jumped to his face.