Zylena is a girl who controls the wind but her life is hardly her own. Leaving her small village, she travels with her Element Mate to the city of Tivolty seeking her father. The trip is...eventful. She is given into the care of dashing assassin to protect her from slavery. That's only the beginning...
The dark assassin, Rueark, steals her reluctant heart. Kaneck, her Element Mate is forever connected to Zylena by their Elements. Who will finally master her?
Come on this journey with Zylena while she learns to control her element. Know her more intimate thoughts as tries to know her true heart. Feel her fear for friends and for herself as the war draws near.
A colorful tale of romance, fantasy, and adventure; it has something for even the most discerning reader.
The raising of her arm with the sword in it set into motion a series of lunges and stabs that blurred before her eyes. She was in fear of her life, hearing herself breathing rapidly and trying to avoid contact with the tip of his sword. Feeling herself weakening, Zylena made stupid mistakes, stumbling, making knee-jerk reactions to his purposeful ones. Finally meeting almost the same fate as her predecessor, she wound up on the ground on her back. As he walked towards her a strong gust of wind pushed him backwards; thankfully keeping Rueark from placing a foot on her chest. Surprise showed briefly on his face.
“You’ll need a lot of work.” He stated and held out a hand to her.
“You cheated.” Zylena said breathlessly. She ignored his offer and rose on her own.
“Cheated?” he looked at her in disbelief.
“You are an assassin!” Zylena yelled at him, she spun on her heels and started to march away.
Rueark was not about to be embarrassed by her. He walked up behind her retreating back and grabbed her around the waist. Throwing her over his shoulder he proceeded to spank her loudly with an open hand on her backside, every time she tried to speak. He continued on to the exit they came in earlier.
All through the hallways and stairs Zylena could be heard shrieking at him, ending in a loud slap. He never spoke a word to her.