Valtor’s voice cut through with urgency.

“Let’s get out of here, Ember!” he shouted, pulling me up as we rushed out of the church.

Outside, the vehicle was already waiting. We jumped in, and the driver hit the accelerator, speeding down the street like we were racing toward heaven itself.

“Wow,” Valtor said, breathless yet smiling. “It’s been a long time since I shot like that.”

What a wield man I’m mated to.

Is that really something to be excited about? We almost died. No, wrong statement, I almost died.

Bullets can’t kill King Valtor at least not easily. It would take dozens of rounds to even slow his healing,...