Ocassum

Flakes of snow drift across her face, distorting the light freckles on her cheek as they sway with the passing wind. She smiles against the elements; the corners of her lips move marginally at the sight of the figure before her.

The edges of her hair graze her chin leisurely, her eyes drift down the King's body. There was no similarity between him and the late king. It had taken her seconds to see it but years to understand.

"It's inevitable"

Her words filter into the air causing a crease of intrigue to form on Klaus's sharp features.

"What is?" Klaus's eyes darken as he glares into the Wiccans grey eyes. Supernatural knowledge and life's scares cover their surface.

But she was always right. Whatever she had told him was always correct. Now he fears her words. Fears whose truth she tells him.

She drops her head to the side. The words build in her tongue as they form in her mind. Lives meant nothing to her. They weren't hers to hold any pathos for. But this was different. An exhale later they break free.

"The Queen's death"

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Revenge is released after being confined for so long, awaiting its chance to be allowed freedom.

Klaus' past catches up with him, lives to be accounted for, unions left in ruins, and relationships broken. All for Winter's blood.

Will someone make up for a lost life first? Or will the King be his own downfall?

Book #2 of the Soul Series