This is the fourth book in "The Wars of Ivory White Series." Please read the other books first.
Book 1 - The Protector
Book 2 - The Doomed Eternity
Book 3 - The Broken Bonds (formerly known as "The Heartless Healer")
Book 4 - The Twisted Links
DESCR...
The wind whistled outside the windows occasionally rattling the glass. The broken man stared at the small fragile body on the large bed. A healer had given Evangeline some natural herbs to aid with healing. It was just a matter of time. For now, the young Sprite slept fitfully.
Lord James was in his own personal hell. He had always been arrogant and cold. He knew how to get what he wanted. Torture and pain were his tools. An Other Half was a pipe dream after all the wrong he had committed.
He should have never brought her here. He should have let her go. Evangeline was so young. A mere babe with only 18 summers to her age. Despite the regret, he couldn't let go. She was his and he would be lost without her but he was helpless to figure out another way.
700 years ago...
The Arcadian soldier's screams became a gurgle as the knife passed through his windpipe. A quick slice was all that was need to send a soul from this life to the next. Lord James threw the knife down before walking out of the empty stable. Finding the Byzantine commander, he relayed the information he had gathered and was given a bag of gold. His two-year contract was now complete and it was time to move on.
Crossing the camp, he found his horse and began to saddle the beast.
"Were you really going to leave without a "goodbye.'" A seductive voice asked.
"I was clear from the beginning." He replied coldly.
The woman watched him for a moment as he continued his task.
"What if I were to ask you to stay?"
"For what?" Lord James asked disinterested.
"For me."
"No."
The witch pouted. "Surely after two years together, I must mean something to you."
"Don't be delusional, Isadora. I promised you nothing." Lord James brushed his former lover aside to lead his horse to a watering hole for a drink before their journey began.
"We have an eternity. I have no Soulmate nor you an Other Half. Surely a few years together would-"
"Stop!" he hissed. "Over the last two years, I've taken many whores to bed. You mean no more to me than they."
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^Isadora^
Isadora was unaffected by his hateful words. Those other whores were the nothings. They didn't hold his interest for more than a night. She, however, laid in his bed many nights and the pleasure she found in his arms was indescribable. He fucked her so well and now she had lost her damn mind.
Lord James flicked the reigns gently over the horse's head and gracefully leaped onto it's back.
"I will see you again." Isadora said with a wide smile.
