Much like Connie L. Smith, I always dreamed of wings and the ability to fly. Wiggling my nose to make magic happen or nodding my head... those were dreams too. I loved the idea of doing magic... not the magician's slight of hand, but real magic. The kind that came from a well-spring of power.
I think that's why I love paranormal romances. Characters aren't limited to "human" abilities. They can run like wolves, fly like fairies, talk to ghosts, and perform magic which keeps their loved ones safe. The Division series features all that and more! But don't take my word for it... see for yourself!
In the aftermath of the latest battle, the stakes are higher than ever before. Time’s hardly an ally to Nicholai’s army of paranormal soldiers. The Tomes remain hidden, and the clock is ticking for the Essenced poisoned with the demon’s incurable toxin.
Beyond those worries, magic might be vanishing—a twist that could insurmountably cripple the army’s capabilities prior to the war’s conclusion.
Never has the conflict felt so desperate, with danger escalating and hope disappearing with the slow drain of the hourglass.
Will the answers surface in time, or will the band of warriors fail to prevent the ruin of the world?
His jaw ticked as he stood in silence, and after a quiet moment he shrugged in a helpless way. “I get you’re an alpha. I get you’re strong. But you don’t seem to understand that, when everything falls into place, not one bit of that matters to me.”
She blinked. “Huh?”
“I know you can take care of yourself,” he told her, “and you have no idea how much I appreciate that. You’re gonna need it to survive this.” Again, his jaw ticked. “But you’re still my girl, and I’m still gonna protect you.”
She laughed, surprised. “But there was nothing to protect me from. Yeah, there are some bruises, but he wasn’t intentionally pummeling me.”
With a wave of his left brow, he gave yet another headshake. “Jokes again.”
She sobered at his frustrated tone, and she genuinely tried to make sense of his complaint. Yes, she’d laughed, but she couldn’t help but find his reaction humorous. She fought with demons on a regular basis, and he thought she needed a knight in shining armor against a fellow soldier?
Or maybe he doesn’t think I need one, she soon grasped. Maybe he just needs me to let him be mine.
That thought gave her pause, and she smiled in sudden clarity. If the tables were turned, she’d want—no, need—to protect him and come to his aid so she could fight for him, and next to him.
“Okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh.” She sighed while gazing meaningfully at him. “But I do need you to know that I don’t need you to come to my rescue.”
“I do know that,” he agreed. “But I need you to know that I have to anyway.”
She laughed another time, though this one was saturated with affection. “We really are a stubborn couple.”
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