A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #1) Read Online K.F. Breene

Categories Genre: Dark, Dragons, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Deliciously Dark Fairytales Series by K.F. Breene
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
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If the everlass was personal to him, he’d understand its fragility. He wouldn’t want to tramp through the field and destroy it. Hopefully.

He appeared at the edge of the field with blood streaming down the new hole in his pec, dipping into the groove between his stomach muscles and lats.

He spread his arms. “Where are you going to go? If you run back to your village, I’ll kill them all. Do you want that? Your life is forfeit, Finley. You stole from this land, and now you belong to me.”

“And who are you? The demon king’s puppet? His minion?”

Confusion crossed his face. He tilted his head and then started laughing without humor. He lowered his arms.

“This just keeps getting better and better,” he said to himself. Then to me: “In the absence of the king, as the only noble left standing, I am the keeper of these lands. I am their protector. I am your jailer and your master.”

“Their protector? Are you joking? People are dying. The sickness from that curse is killing them. If anything, I am the protector. I am the one who keeps them alive when the curse’s sickness tries to rot their bodies as it has rotted this wood. You should be thanking me, not threatening me. All you do is wander around these woods in beast form and kill trespassers. Who the fuck are you protecting it from? Its subjects? You’re either misguided or an idiot. Exact your punishment and be done with it. You’re wasting my time.”

His fists opened and closed. He looked down at the everlass at his feet, then back up at me. It seemed like he was warring with himself over something. He walked forward, picking his way carefully. A sudden insight ripped through me. He’d said only my village was using this field, and none of them were great at pruning. He was the one who had been pruning and taking care of these plants. Showing them love.

I didn’t have time for the confusion I felt.

I lifted a foot and braced it over the nearest plant.

He paused. “That’s just one plant, Finley.”

“By the time you get to me, it’ll be a lot more than one plant. We both know they share a root system. If one of them is crushed, they’ll all share the pain. They’ll all dwindle if I take out enough of them. I know how many that has to be.”

I wasn’t sure that was true. I thought I had read it once.

He immediately froze, though, so perhaps it was accurate. He slowly brought his palms up in a placating gesture.

“Your brother entered these grounds not long ago with two others.”

My heart stopped beating. I lowered my foot in case I accidentally lost balance and crushed a plant anyway.

“His life—their lives—also belong to me. I will forgive their trespassing and theft if you cooperate.”

“We can make a deal,” I said quickly, licking my lips. “I’ll tell you my secrets if you spare the village. They’re having a hard enough time. They aren’t trying to hurt anyone. They certainly don’t have the resources to kill you.”

He contemplated that for a moment.

“I will consent to spare those who treat the everlass well. Everyone else will die,” he snarled.

It had to be good enough.

“Fine, yes, I’ve been here a few times out of necessity. Trust me, I didn’t want to set foot in the wood. We use the everlass in an elixir I devised called the nulling elixir. Over the years, I’ve strengthened it so that it prolongs the lives of those who’ve fallen ill with the sickness from the curse.” I swallowed. “I still haven’t gotten it quite right. It isn’t a cure. But while we used to lose a dozen villagers in a year, now we’re down to a couple. Only one so far this year.”

“You created this elixir?” I couldn’t tell whether he was incredulous, but I could definitely tell he was sneering.

“Just because we weren’t born with money doesn’t mean we weren’t born with intelligence. We all have our own gardens, but during the winter months, as you must know, the everlass hibernates. The leaves we pick don’t grow back. Given we need a lot to keep a person stable, some of us with patients on the brink run out. When desperate, we either let them die, or we turn to this wood and risk confronting the beast that patrols it. Mr. Protector, as you call yourself. There, happy? We’re just trying to save lives.”

“I haven’t heard of this elixir.”

“Why would someone wander in here and tell you? We didn’t even know you turned into a man. Or that anyone could still shift.”

“None of the other villages have it.”

“We are confined to the village, genius. I created the elixir. How would I share it with anyone beyond our borders? Mental telepathy?”



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