UNEXPECTED CIRCUMSTANCES by Shay Savage
Book 7 (Final book in the series): The Devastation
He sees only one path: the annihilation of his enemy.
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Book 7: The Devastation
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It was made perfectly clear at the end of book 6, The Apprehension, that action against Branford and his Queen had gone too far, sending Branford on a war path of death and destruction; his fury with being unable to protect Alexandra and his unborn child, once again, has driven Branford to the edge, and now there’s only one path for him, which is to reign down terror and devastation on those responsible for kidnapping Alexandra.
But that kind of payback comes at a price and the fact that Branford’s army is by far outnumbered by his enemy’s army lands him in a situation that he may not come back from, but he’s done being played a fool…he’s done feeling trapped in situations that are out of his control…he’s done allowing Alexandra’s kindness and generosity to be taken advantage of…she is his life and it’s time for him to do what needs to be done in order take care of the woman who changed him in so many ways for the better.
Alexandra is the Commoner Queen; she’s the voice of the people and she made sure their needs were met, and now it’s time for Branford and his kingdom to meet the needs of their Queen, and let me tell you, it’s one tale that readers of Shay Savage’s Unexpected Circumstances definitely don’t want to miss because The Devastation is told completely in Branford’s point of view, so that means readers feel his pain…his lack of emotional control…his grief…and his rage. But the one emotion that is felt the most is his undying love for the woman who taught him how to truly be a man and a King.
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4.5 Poison Apples
“Always so melodramatic!” Whitney sighed. I turned toward her and glared.
“If you know anything of this…” I let my voice trail off. There was something in her eyes I did not like—at all. It was…knowledge. “You know where she is.”
The princess merely shrugged.
“She knows nothing of the sort!” Margaret said, but the tone of her voice had changed. She, too, was looking at her daughter, and I could see the doubt in her eyes.
“You will die if you have touched her,” I said to Whitney. “Where is she?”
“What difference does it make?” Whitney asked. “You do not need her; you never have. I am here for you.”
I scoffed and shook my head, narrowing my eyes at her. Could she be serious? As many times as I had told her she would not be made my queen, could she still think there is a possibility of a union?
“Branford, be reasonable.” Whitney cooed at me. “We are meant to be, not you and some common trash—”
Whatever else she was going to say remained stuck in her throat as I backhanded her across the face. She squealed like an animal and fell to the side before Parnell could right her again.
“Get your hands off my daughter!” Margaret screeched from across the room.
“Where is my wife?” I snarled again at Whitney. I pulled back my hand to hit her a second time while her mother yelled at me.
“I said stay away from her! Do you hear me? She is my daughter and a princess! You will not treat her so!”
I turned and eyed Margaret standing in front of one of my soldiers with her arms pinned behind her back. I stalked slowly over to her and leaned down until my face was but inches from hers.
“Do you know where my wife is?” I asked her quietly.
“No, I do not,” she said in her haughty tone. “And if I did, I would not—”
Margaret’s sentence ended in a choking gasp as my blade slid easily into her. I placed my hand on her shoulder and pushed down at the same time I pulled up with my sword arm, impaling her further with a twist of the blade.
“Then I have no more use for you,” I told her lifeless eyes.