Wrath: The fury of Wrath could destroy them all. (Sin-Eaters) by @LynnChantale
The Fury of Wrath may undo them all.
Xochiti has a mate he wasn’t ready to claim. Now that Wrath has found her, he must make a decision. Claim her or watch the rage consume her.
Scorned, the last thing Selma wants is a commitment. However, denying Xochiti has always been a problem and now that he knows her secret, the Fury of Wrath may be the undoing of them all.
He stepped forward. A sheaf of papers was crumpled in hand, the top page a little damp. He closed the distance between them, lifting her braid to wrap around his hand. He tilted her head back. Her eyes were closed, but moisture clung to the sooty fringe of her lashes.
Temper flared at the thought of anyone hurting her. “What has caused such pain, my dove?”
She shook her head.
He tightened his hand in her hair, her full lips parted on a gasp. “Do not lie to me.”
She opened her eyes then, her mist gray eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Trying to let go of the pain,” she murmured. “Some days are better than others.”
He traced the fullness of her bottom lip. “You are better off without him.”
Selma met and held his gaze. “I know. I’ve always known that.”
Xochiti nodded. “Good.” He released her hair, stooped and retrieved the papers. Her grip tightened on the pages, he merely held on until she let go. He scanned the pages, her divorce decree. The odor of charred paper filled the air and he realized he allowed his emotions to get the best of him. He slid a hand along the edge, extinguishing the flames, then flung the stack to the far side of the room. They landed with a flutter against a nightstand. “This is your time. Just you and me, Selma dove. Stand.”
He stepped away. She wobbled as she stood and he grasped her waist to steady her. The top of her head came to the middle of his chest. He buried his nose in her hair as he drew her closer, her back resting against his front. She went still against him, waiting.
So willing. How could any man mortal or immortal not find her beauty intoxicating. It wasn’t just her outward appearance, voluptuous woman’s body, full breasts and sexy legs, but her spirit. So sweet with a hint of innocence. And if that wasn’t enough, she was intelligent.
The first time he met her was in her classroom for Ancient History. He was only passing through the halls of the college, but the soft lilt of her voice drew him in, captured his attention and held his soul hostage. He still remembered her lecture. Nahuti or Aztec religion. Her simple conviction that while the race had been a bit of a bloodthirsty one, they were more advanced than any other civilization.
In that moment he decided to share with her who he was.
I’m always loved the premise behind this series–terrific!
Great excerpt. The story deepens
I wonder what happened to her between the time she got her divorce papers and when he found her.