I am so excited to announce that today is the release day for The Heir and the Human! The Heir and the Human is book #3.1 in the Saven series and can be best read after Saven Defiance. It will be on sale for a special release price of 0.99$ for a limited time so get your copy now!
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About The Heir and the Human
Axton’s existence was a lonely one until his mother brought Sadie into his life. Now, she’s the center of his universe, and he’ll do everything in his power to protect her.
But Griselda’s evil plans cast a dark shadow over their love, threatening the future he so desperately craves. With separation looming, Ax is preparing to sacrifice everything for the girl he loves. It’s a high-stakes gamble, and he needs to stay ahead of the game if he’s to outsmart his conniving mother.
Sadie has been his savior.
Now it’s his turn to save her.
Note from the author:
This optional novella relays Axton and Sadie’s backstory, and it is narrated solely from Ax’s point of view.
I step toward the railing as a lone figure materializes out of the corner of my eye.
Logan’s head whips up, and he sends me a startled look. Without hesitation, he advances toward me and I inwardly cuss. Propping my elbows up on the railing, I gaze upon the eerie blank canvas outside.
“I didn’t take you for a rule breaker,” Logan says, leaning over the railing alongside me.
“I could say the same about you.” I send him a sharp look, unsure if he’s teasing me or not.
“Yeah, ordinarily I’m not, but I like to sneak up here every year. It’s quiet, peaceful. Helps me deal with the memories.” His Adam’s apple jumps in his throat.
I hadn’t thought about that. How hard it must be for him to return here, year after year, knowing that it was among the last moments he spent with his mom. According to rumors, Queen Tayla was killed mere hours after returning with Logan from the Heir’s Summit.
“I’m sorry.” I’m not sure why I said that. Perhaps it’s because subconsciously I’m hyper aware of all the things I owe him an apology for.
He shrugs. “I thought it would get easier but every year is as hard as the previous year. I can’t help thinking of all the different ways it could’ve gone.”
“I can relate.” Although I haven’t lost a parent, it often feels like that. I’ve never stopped mourning the “idea” of my father. Never stopped pining for motherly affection. I’m pathetic, I know.
Logan opens his mouth to say something but clamps it shut again. We stand, side by side, staring out into the gloomy blackness surrounding us, not speaking. After a while, Logan twists around to face me. “What’s it like to be in love?”
My eyes pop wide at the drastic change in subject. “What?”
“You never even glance at any of the girls here. And I’ve heard what some of the others have said over the years, about you being in love with your mate. Is it true?”
Damned fate. Of all the times to ask me this. Why, all of a sudden, is he so interested in me and Sadie? Does he know something? Has he discovered Sadie’s identity?
I fold my arms across my chest as I pin him with a suspicious look. “Why do you ask?”
“I’ve never felt anything even close to love,” he admits. I’m not that surprised. While Logan has his fair share of admirers, and I’ve seen him indulge on more than one occasion, he always gives the impression that he could take it or leave it. There is a faraway look in his eye. “I always hoped I’d get to experience true love. But my father is starting to put pressure on me to pick a bride, and based on what I’d seen of my parent’s marriage, I don’t have high hopes. But I heard that you were actually in love with the girl chosen for you, and”—he shrugs—“I guess that gives me some hope.”
I turn and face the railing, unable to look him in the eye. I don’t respond. There are no words of comfort I can provide.
“Why do we hate one another?” he offers after a bit.
I shrug, not even looking at him.
“That’s very ignorant, even for you.” A snide layer slips into his tone.
“What do you want me to say, Logan?” I eyeball him. “It’s just one of those things.” Oh, and yeah, I’ve stolen your girl, and my mother wants to end you sometime soon.
“I remember what I thought of you the first time I saw you,” he continues. I’m expecting him to say how much he pitied poor bastard me. So, I’m almost knocked off my feet when he replies completely differently. “I couldn’t shake the feeling that you had taken something of mine. Something you had no right to. It’s lingered over the years, that all-consuming feeling. And I feel it now. What are you hiding, Axton? What do you have that’s mine?”