Sanctuary by Bree M. Lewandowski
In the Cloistered City, elite soldiers known as Shivalry walk taller than normal men. Petra Ondise swears on her brother’s memory to rise from her role as a clothes-washing maid and join the House of Couriers. Once there, she will learn why her brother, who was a loyal courier to the crown, was killed. As the Festival of the Late Harvest Moon approaches, Petra crosses paths with Third Shivalry…
In the Cloistered City, elite soldiers known as Shivalry walk taller than normal men.
Petra Ondise swears on her brother’s memory to rise from her role as a clothes-washing maid and join the House of Couriers. Once there, she will learn why her brother, who was a loyal courier to the crown, was killed.
As the Festival of the Late Harvest Moon approaches, Petra crosses paths with Third Shivalry Captain Rand Tsenturian, whose dark red eyes haunt her thoughts. He seems to linger in her shadow. Amid the countless rumors that run wild in the royal city, Petra learns her brother and the captain were not strangers.
Yet, in the wake of the Festival of the Late Harvest Moon, Rand steps out of the shadows and pulls her to an ancient garden, hidden in the emperor’s palace. Eternity lingers there. An ancient incantation tempts and destiny takes over. Now she is Sacred. He is her Sacrifice, and the walls of the Cloistered City will not be able to hold them.
An unforgettable fantasy romance about where truth leads and how far love will go. Book One of The Kismet Trilogy.
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“What concern is she to you, Tsenturian? In all these years, have you finally admitted to having the longings of a man?”
She saw Rand’s hands clench.
“I take my oath seriously. Who she is to me is nothing to you. Yet from this moment on, she is my personal courier. Her well-being falls under my protection. And I have decided the letter she was delivering interferes with the day of rest our emperor grants us.”
Behind himself, he outstretched his hand. Dumbfounded, Petra reached inside the pocket of her cloak and then handed him her letter to Winfred. He glanced briefly at it and then shoved it at the councilman’s chest.
“You were going in this direction, I believe. Take it. She is done working for the day.”
Angry splotches of redness suffused up his cheeks and made his eyes start from their sockets. He rolled his shoulders, snorted, and then threw the letter at his servant.
“Mongrel,” he gurgled at Rand. “Beast from the ancient ways.”
Yet a deep inhale from Rand, expanding his chest and flexing his biceps was enough to push the councilman back into his rickshaw without the third captain of Shiv having to place his hand on the hilt of his longsword. He spun around, turning his back to Percival and looming over her. The rhythm of her heart hammering against her ribs, shaking them and the rest of her body, Petra trembled as she looked up. Those eyes of such a strange umber color were illuminated. Lit from far within by a fire older than those lit in this world. Wildfires long forgotten but not diminished. Lost to time and still volatile with a force of forgotten gale force winds.
This was the avenging angel met on the fields of battle. This was part of the mystery of Shivalry. He was impossibly strong, honed from an ancient might.
Her words came out as stuttered breaths. For a few moments, he did not appear to see her, but stared through at some ugly vision beyond her body. The grip around his blade tightened, hardening the tendons in his hands. His breath grew shallow and his nostrils flared. It felt as if the air around them shrunk, pulling inwards towards him. The force was more than the resistance in her legs and pressed inwards on her chest. Her body moved towards his and her breastbone felt as if it might snap. Petra tried to look around but she saw only him. Burning eyes and a fierce body.
“C-captain…” she wheezed. “My lord, captain. Please…I can’t…breathe.”
He blinked and his pupils shrunk. A heavy exhale escaped his lungs and he looked around, as if her voice had called to him in the distance.
“Captain!”
The aura, like a captive shield, shrunk. Rand put one hand on her shoulder.
“Forgive me.”
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