Page 121 of Savage Torment

Her eyebrows gather as she nods. “Of course, but why?—”

That’s all I need to hear.

Curling my hand around the handle of the blade, I tear it from Ben’s body as I keep my gaze focused on hers. “I love you, Minnie.”

“Polaris, no!” Her eyes widen, horror clouding her vision, but I smile, content.

“Come find me,” I breathe, bracing myself as I aim the crimson-painted blade toward my chest and strike.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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AFTERWORD

KC Kean is such… a bitch. From her own mouth, so it must be true.

I don’t know what it is about this series, but I feel it in my bones. Maybe it’s because it’s my first growing character. Polaris wasn’t instantly a badass bitch, and I can’t explain how much she resonates inside of me. I love it!

But…

Back to that bitch of a cliffhanger!

How. Dare. I.

August better get here right now.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being on this journey with me.

You rock!

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Michael. I don’t know if you know or not, but I fucking love you.

The sweet children I have been blessed with, thank you for being you, reminding me to learn to be myself and not the people pleaser I became. I love you more and more every day. Your laugh, your humor, your confidence, and your sass; even when it’s directed at me haha

Nicole and Jeni. The Alpha Queens. The word warriors. I love how much you have loved this series with me. Your support is so important, and I can never thank you enough.

Kirsty, thank you for just being you fam. You keep me grounded when my mind wants to take off, you’re a badass queen!

My beta readers, you are so freaking awesome, your constant support and cheer gives me life. Your comments always boost me up, even when I’m driving you insane.

David, your baddassary is too hot! I’m in awe. Thank you.

Sarah, I don’t think I could ever release a book without you. Don’t ever leave me. I love you too much. Thank you.

ADDI

Itug at the edges of my oversized hood, making sure to shield myself from view as best as I can. It’s noisier today. More hectic. Which is understandable, but it doesn’t make weaving through the cobbled streets any easier.

I’m used to sweeping through the shadows, hiding from the sun’s glow; not because it can hurt me like it can others, but because my objective is to remain hidden. Always. Well, it was. Things are most definitely about to change.

My feet ache already and I mentally berate myself for not breaking in my new boots before today, but there’s been so much to prepare for and little time to consider something so minuscule.

Dragging my hand over the stone wall to my left, I keep myself pressed as close to it as possible as another hoard of people charge by me. The buzz in the air is electric, infecting everyone, and I can’t deny the thrill of excitement that burns up my spine with anticipation.

It’s been a long time coming, and although I may be twenty years old—twenty-one in two weeks’ time—it officially feels as though my life is finally beginning.

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