Oath of Betrayal (The Broken Bonds: Slavic Fantasy #1)

‘ A laric’va Shen’ra, what the fuck was that?!’

Orm’s voice thundered in the enclosed space, raising dust from old volumes and disturbing the ancient place. I loved the library with its high, arched crystal glass windows that filtered the harsh mountain sun during the day and allowed you to study the passage of the stars at night. It calmed me, and I needed to be calm right now.

I hadn’t heard Orm use my full name for … I don’t think I’d ever heard him use it, and that best expressed just how angry he was. My friend was right to question my actions but facing the possibility of losing them both had driven me insane.

The plans I’d carefully crafted fell to pieces when I had heard Vahin’s pained roar and saw him launch himself skywards, wrapped in flames. He projected his pain so strongly that even my weak psionic abilities caught the image of Annika dying, encased in ice.