"My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker."
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.
The clock is ticking and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the casualty list is growing. And with each name that is added to those we've lost, my confidence cracks a little more.
Yet there is hope.
A child saved.
A life lost.
A prophecy fulfilled.
Rylee Adamson, Tome 8 : Wounded
WHILE THE COUNCIL argued over the best way to take out the demon packs, Liam found his way to Berget’s side.
She blinked up at him and gave him a soft smile as her eyes searched his face. “You save her, you know that, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“She doesn’t have your patience, or your ability to hold back when she needs to. Of course, it is more than that. You are her heart. Without that, she would be far crueler than she needs to be.”
He thought about her threats to Bert. “I don’t know about that. She seemed plenty cruel with the demon. As she should be.”
Ce tome et le suivant m'ont fait tellement pleuré : l'intrigue se complique et des sacrifices sont faits. L'héroïne est confrontée à une perte majeure et doit continuer à avancer malgré tout.
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