Nightmare: Book Two of the Broken Kingdoms (The Broken Kingdoms Books 2) by E.D. Lee
“We are all monsters, Castil. Born from the things our parents shoved onto our shoulders, forced us to be. The only difference is if we let ourselves succumb to that monster, or if we let it power us instead.”
Vrea has the White Knight, Castil Moordian enslaved to her by his own volition. Something that she once wanted more than anything else in the world, especially as he traded his own life for the sake of his younger brother, Rian’s. But as she wars with herself over the confusing feelings that surround the Golden Heir, she finds herself struggling with having the Argent Prince under her command. A desire she once held above all else, only to find herself unsure as she starts to chip away at the protective shell he’s put up. Perhaps everything wasn’t as it seemed, and perhaps it’s not Rian that Vrea cares for, but Castil.
“We are all monsters, Castil. Born from the things our parents shoved onto our shoulders, forced us to be. The only difference is if we let ourselves succumb to that monster, or if we let it power us instead.”
Vrea has the White Knight, Castil Moordian enslaved to her by his own volition. Something that she once wanted more than anything else in the world, especially as he traded his own life for the sake of his younger brother, Rian’s. But as she wars with herself over the confusing feelings that surround the Golden Heir, she finds herself struggling with having the Argent Prince under her command. A desire she once held above all else, only to find herself unsure as she starts to chip away at the protective shell he’s put up. Perhaps everything wasn’t as it seemed, and perhaps it’s not Rian that Vrea cares for, but Castil.
“We are all monsters, Castil. Born from the things our parents shoved onto our shoulders, forced us to be. The only difference is if we let ourselves succumb to that monster, or if we let it power us instead.”
Vrea has the White Knight, Castil Moordian enslaved to her by his own volition. Something that she once wanted more than anything else in the world, especially as he traded his own life for the sake of his younger brother, Rian’s. But as she wars with herself over the confusing feelings that surround the Golden Heir, she finds herself struggling with having the Argent Prince under her command. A desire she once held above all else, only to find herself unsure as she starts to chip away at the protective shell he’s put up. Perhaps everything wasn’t as it seemed, and perhaps it’s not Rian that Vrea cares for, but Castil.
