Page 177 of Oathbreaker

August looks in my direction, hoping for guidance. I nod and say, “It’s okay, we’re safe here.”

August walks off with the stranger. I pray I’m not wrong about our safety.

Winter’s soft hand lands on my shoulder, and I shift to help her out of the helicopter.

Everything feels surreal. I should move. Instead, I grow roots in this spot.

Misha’s sure steps toward the front stairs are starkly different from how he’s always presented himself. He was formidable as the pakhan.

Shedding that persona and stepping into…whatever this is? It’s fucking terrifying. We’re not on even ground, and it’s fucking with my head.

Misha pauses as if thinking and then turns. His cool gaze settles on me. The movement feels heavy, and the din around us drops to almost nothing. It’s as if everyone is waiting to witness this next interaction.

“You don’t have to accept our help,” Misha says in a clear voice. “You could put your head in the sand and pretend nothing is happening around you.”

Misha’s eyebrow quirks as he moves to stand an arm’s length in front of me.

“But if you decide to stay, you will fight with us.”

He takes one more step closer.

He lowers his voice. “What do you choose, Brigham?”

The night air stills in anticipation. I think about the options, what’s safest for my family, and what it means to have this ability to be useful not just to everyone I care about but to the world.

It’s fucking heavy shit.

Winter presses into me, and I run my finger down the side of her face. When I cup her cheek in my palm, she lifts her chin.

“I trust you, Hunter Brigham.”

“Hunter.”

It takes me a second to register the familiarity of the voice. I scroll through my memory, trying to match the sound of my name to everyone I’ve encountered.

It doesn’t make sense.

So I turn to face the speaker and every single synapse in my brain breaks.

Completely shatters.

The ghost smiles, but it trembles before it says:

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

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Keep reading for a sneak peek from Reverie, Book three in The Devils in D.C. Saga.

REVERIE

CHAPTER FOUR: WINTER

“Winter, can you wake up for me?”

I groan as the voice pops me into consciousness. One moment, I’m in blackness; the next, someone yells in my ear a split second before my shoulder starts throbbing.

Which is terrifying because I just walked in here and sat on the table for an examination.

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