An unlikely alliance reveals a destined fate...
Herleif Aganarsson is a troll competing in the underground shifter fight club in New York City. Alexia Stavros guides the souls of fallen warriors to the afterlife.
Their initial meeting results in confrontation, so when they’re tasked to work together against an evil foe, a partnership seems unlikely. But when respects grows and passion flares, their bond is undeniable.
Will these two complete their mission without losing their own souls in the process?
“Finish me,” the Lycan rasped.
Herleif looked around at the cheering crowd as they yelled for the man’s death. In that instance, he wanted to decimate the spectators, wipe them out for finding pleasure in his acts.
Seeing nothing or no one unusual, he kneeled, about to do something he’d never done before. Clasping his hands on either side of the warrior’s head, Herleif met his gaze. “Till Valhalla,” he whispered. Then snapped the man’s neck, giving him a quick death.
Herleif hung his head, letting his hands drop as he took a deep breath. For a brief moment, he tuned out the roar of the crowd and their gleeful delight over another kill, sending up a prayer for the shifter. He wasn’t especially proud that he’d ended the lives of many over the years, and now he grew weary of it all, eager to leave this servitude in two months. Or less.
Gaining his feet, he threw his head back, releasing a bellow that rocked the room. The crowd roared, obviously thrilled with the battle, mistaking Herleif’s grief for pride in his triumph. When he lowered his head, he met the gaze of emerald eyes filled with sorrow. A woman stood among the crowd in partial shadows, but her form was impossible to miss.
He’d never seen her before and briefly wondered who she was. Suddenly her eyes flared with a golden light, startling him with its intensity. But when another light caught Herleif’s attention, he knew what he would see, as he’d seen it every time he ended a life. Looking down upon the man, a luminescent mist began rising from the body. It contained pinpoints of light, like a swarm of fireflies, and when he followed its path, it began to weave through the crowd. Herleif never knew if others ever saw it, or if they didn’t care, because their focus always turned to the next shifters approaching the pit.
With a burst of speed he’d never seen before, the light shot straight for the woman. Herleif jerked, ready to shout a warning, but she simply absorbed the light, appearing unaffected. Then she blinked and tears from her green eyes tracked down her rounded cheeks.
What the hell?
Herleif made a move in her direction, but the sea of bodies swallowed her like a ship lost to a storm.
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