Bow To The King, Celie

Bow To The King, Celie

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At just sixteen she's pushed into a world of divine destiny: tasked with assassinating a god. Betrayed by her only family, she faces certain death - until the very deity she tried to k*ll, takes her in and transforms her into a fierce warrior. Soon their connection evolved beyond master and servant, spiraling into a mesmerizing obsession and then, she vanished. Six years pass before they meet again once more. She is a runaway and he is her pursuer. Amidst the clash of mortal and divine, a lonely god, known by the most fearsome of names, finds a glimmer of joy when a mere mortal crosses his path. **************************************************************************************** "Celie," his voice was as commanding and captivating as ever. He still hadn't turned around yet. "Remember when we met for the last time six years ago, that wretched time when you were going to leave me forever? I had given you two options. Either kill me right then and there or else be ready to face me again when I come back because darling, rest assured, if you do keep me alive, I will come for you. Guess which option you chose?" I know for sure he is smirking. He isn't angry; he is amused. "The wrong one."
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