Wicked Ties (The Tether #2) Read Online Shanora Williams

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Tether Series by Shanora Williams
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Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
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A screeching noise fills the air, and Hassha peers up as the dark-winged creatures come flying toward them, but instead of hitting or landing on them, they swoop right past, blocking their line of sight. They zip by in large whooshes and flaps…and then they’re gone.

The land is still.

The air is thick and suffocating.

A figure wrapped in fire appears from a distance. It walks toward them, closer, closer, and Hassha’s heart beats like a caged bird when the figure stops, the flames die, and it transforms into a woman. The woman is completely naked, with skin as white as snow and a thin frame. She grins as Korah grips Hassha’s hand tighter, but just as quickly as the woman appears, she vanishes.

Hassha and Korah spin around, searching for her. When they turn again, an invisible force drops them to their knees, and a searing hot hand lands on both their shoulders, burning their skin.

Before them is the woman in fire, a sly grin covering half of her face, and her eyes lit into bold red flames. Her red hair floats in the air and she uses her flamed fingers to tip their chins, so their eyes are only on hers.

They can’t move from her grasp.

Can’t resist.

Can’t run.

Here, she has full control and based off her wicked smirk, she knows it.

“Hello, sisters,” she says.

Hassha gasps, and the fire and lava drifts away. Their surroundings melt, returning them to the presence of the hut.

Hassha pulls her hand away from Warren’s head, staring at him in utter disbelief as her back slams into the nearest wall. She turns her eyes to Korah whose eyes are cloudy and damp. Then Hassha hisses when she feels a broiling heat on her shoulder.

Korah rushes toward her sister, helping her take off the gold chest plate, and when Hassha’s removes her shirt, she finds an imprint of a hand. It has claimed her skin, branded her. It’s a warning that’s as clear as ever.

“Selah’s back,” a deep voice says, and the Regal sisters hitch a breath when they look up to find Warren now standing. But this isn’t the kind, timid kid from hours ago. His eyes are fiery red, just like Selah’s…and he now has talons so dark and sharp, they could slice through steel. A crackling noise fills the air, like the sound of bones crunching and breaking, and greasy black wings rip through his shirt and sprout from his back—wings twice as large as his body. “Regal Selah is back. And she’s going to kill you all.”

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