Ronan

Chapter One

This might just be the worst day of my life.

Rosa never thought she'd step foot into these lands again. Fuck, she'd prayed she'd never see this shithole again, much less return to the heavens willingly. And yet here she was. In heaven. Of her own volition. Out of her Gods damned mind.

That's gonna take some getting used to.

Or not, because it wouldn't be happening again.

After today, she wouldn't be coming to the heavens again. She sure as fuck wouldn't be visiting any other scenes from her past.

She'd pushed this place from her brain over a hundred years ago, considering it dead. As ever, things weren't quite so simple. The world wasn't kind to Rosa. This fuck all place was exactly where the cruelty had started. Lucky me. Glad. To. Be. Back.

She might just chuck herself to the ground this time around. With any luck I'll miss the lake.

Rosa's luck wasn't so kind. She'd probably hit an odd fall and be forced to painfully regenerate.

Lucky, lucky me.

After her rocky start to life in the Other World, Rosa had managed two decades of peace now. Routinely peace—work, sleep, eat, work. It was nice—lonely, but like, not completely shit.

I call that a win.

Naturally, her sister spent one year in the Other World and ruined everything.

Uh hum.

Changed everything. Totally for the better. Totally.

A month ago now- or maybe more, Rosa's sister Meg had found her after one hundred and fifty years apart. Now a fallen angel, Meg had an empty-headed demon King for a husband and a whole war on her shoulders. Presently standing in the heavens, the very hellish place where the sisters had grown up, Rosa was just barely keeping pace.

I need rum. The whole damn bottle.

With a sword she hardly knew how to use in one hand, Rosa kept as close to Fallon—a mighty Amazon warrioress—as she could.

As if she could protect me.

Fallon was strong—but even the mightiest of warriors would shy away from the villains who'd haunted Rosa's life.

She can take the sting off a blow though.

The decision to stick close to Fallon was sound. Enemies would be so busy fighting off Fallon they wouldn't even notice Rosa.

Story of my life or what?

"I know how much you like wars, so I brought my war to you," Meg announced to the bitch Rosa remembered all too well.

In nearly two centuries, not a single night had gone by where Rosa didn't picture that woman's face. The wicked flash of blue stunned her from nightmares of pain and gory all too frequently. Rosa felt the phantom stab of a knife slashing through bones she no longer had.

Nadine was no saviour. Idolised by the fates who surrounded her, that woman was a downright utter bitch.

Rosa couldn't bring herself to look at her.

One hundred and fifty years yet the memory was still fresh.

I don't want to be here!

Was she, like, the only one?

The allies were gearing for a fight. This was their thing. Ha, not mine.

Danger had her rolling onto her back, hands raised in surrender. Surrender fast, be the last in a cast.