Chosen by Sable Grace Read Free Book Online

felt for Ryker. If she did, she certainly wouldn’t wait to tell him. Not now, when their lives hung in the balance.
    â€œFine.” Geoffrey yanked his hood back over his head. “I’ll talk to Atropos, see if any of her souls are missing. Does that suit you? If they’re not . . . then we’ll know your theory about his raising an army isn’t valid.”
    â€œAnd if they are?” Haven whispered.
    He kissed her nose, and this time, she didn’t pull away. “Then I’ll develop a taste for crow, won’t I?” He nodded at Kyana. “I’ll tell Jordan you wish to see her while I’m there.”
    He stepped back through the portal to Below, his black cloak billowing behind him, making him look like a fleeing wraith.
    When he was gone, Ryker hailed their chariot and directed the driver to Kyana’s temple. “Haven?”
    â€œHmm?”
    â€œLook at me,” Ryker said.
    Slowly, Haven turned her head, her eyes coated in a glassy sheen that nearly broke Kyana’s heart. The longing there was so painful to see, it took all of Kyana’s willpower not to take her in her arms and hold her.
    â€œYes?”
    Ryker glanced at Kyana, his gaze apologetic. “We’re going to need to know everything you learned while Cronos was possessing you. Every detail—even the ones—no, especially the ones you’re ashamed of. ”
    â€œFine,” she said, looking neither of them in the eye. “As soon as Jordan has convinced you I’m not a liar, I’ll tell you everything.”
    I t came as no surprise to Kyana that Jordan was able to quickly clear Haven of any lies regarding the dreams, her theories, and the explosion at the Healing Circle. And she was relieved to see Ryker didn’t seem very shocked either. Haven, however, looked grateful to have the whole ordeal over with as she fell into a chair in Kyana’s private sitting room and prepared to tell them everything about Cronos’s possession.
    As she talked, her description of the black voids of memory weren’t nearly as horrific as the bits she could remember. The desire to kill, to feed, as the Dark Breed inside her came to be. Cronos taking advantage of that need, trying to convince her to kill her abusive father who’d beaten Haven’s twin sister to death at the young age of seven.
    Using Poseidon’s trident against him—though she didn’t remember that part, she only recalled the horrible fear that came with knowing what she’d done as she’d held the bloodied weapon in her hands afterward and prayed for someone to save her from the monster Cronos was creating in her.
    All of it, she’d said, were like tiny pieces of glass pricking her brain, sometimes intense images, sometimes only a dull, blurry pain that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.
    Poseidon, who’d finally recovered enough to return to his domain, had been so weakened by Haven’s attack that he’d been forced to place his powers in a stronger vessel—Silas. His permanent Chosen still hadn’t been located, and everyone was beginning to worry that Silas’s job might not be so temporary—a fact that was going drive poor, nomadic Silas insane.
    â€œHis hunger for power . . .” she continued, “it infected me. Like a disease. When I killed those Mystics . . .” Her face paled as she spoke and Kyana cringed for her, knowing the scars those actions had inflicted on her once angelic friend. “I didn’t want to. I remember that. But I also knew I had to get out of there. Had to find the Eyes of Power so I could bring Cronos back. I don’t remember killing them, but I remember their blood.”
    â€œIt wasn’t you,” Kyana offered, wishing she could do more than deliver meaningless words to assuage the guilt she knew Haven harbored.
    â€œNo, it wasn’t,” Ryker said. “But you’re sure you