Seraphim Burning
A crown of lies. A devilish betrothal. And an heiress trapped in the dark webs of Fallen Angels.
A crown of lies. A devilish betrothal. And an heiress trapped in the dark webs of Fallen Angels.
When Tayurah ended her Emberziene Trial with mercy, she was forced to pay the consequence with brutal violence.
Now her days are spent under strict supervision with a Seraphim who terrorizes her, making it clear she’s unwanted in the emerald castle.
Tayurah still thinks she can regain her favor in the castle and have a chance to rule as High Lady. Until the curse of her shadows arise along with the impossible… Flames magic.
When the power of fire rises in Tayurah, she’s forced into a betrothal with Clayzon, a feared general of the Fallen angels.
Facing an eternal bond and surrounded by the Fallen with no way of escape, Tayurah has to decide:
Will she break? Or will she burn?
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Seraphim Burning
Tayurah wasn’t sure how the Seraphim in the dining hall expected her to react. She certainly didn’t think they expected silence. Tayurah lost complete mobility of her tongue. Inside her body, the shadows were stirring, threatening to wreak havoc the moment she let her rising emotions slip.
Tayurah blinked once. Twice. She couldn’t find the words needed to respond. As the sòlsunes illuminated the hall, magnifying the glorious spread of food on the long table, high-lighting the terrifying beauty of the angels in the room, all she could do was stare at this Seraphim.
Second Wing to the Raven.
Raven Horn.
This one angel, just like Jrazrinx who sat next to him, was a general of legions. Millions of Fallen bowed before him, heeded his every command. His voice was nearly as great as the master he served. And he was here. In the Emerald Castle. Amused by her. What had he just said?
“I like her already.”
What was that supposed to mean exactly?
