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Chapters (44)
  1. Praise for Sherrilyn Kenyon:
  2. About the Author
  3. Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark-Hunter World Series: (in reading order)
  4. COPYRIGHT
  5. Born of Fury
  6. Dedication
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. CHAPTER 1
  9. CHAPTER 2
  10. CHAPTER 3
  11. CHAPTER 4
  12. CHAPTER 5
  13. CHAPTER 6
  14. CHAPTER 7
  15. CHAPTER 8
  16. CHAPTER 9
  17. CHAPTER 10
  18. CHAPTER 11
  19. CHAPTER 12
  20. CHAPTER 13
  21. CHAPTER 14
  22. CHAPTER 15
  23. CHAPTER 16
  24. CHAPTER 17
  25. CHAPTER 18
  26. CHAPTER 19
  27. CHAPTER 20
  28. CHAPTER 21
  29. CHAPTER 22
  30. CHAPTER 23
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. CHAPTER 27
  35. CHAPTER 28
  36. CHAPTER 29
  37. CHAPTER 30
  38. CHAPTER 31
  39. CHAPTER 32
  40. CHAPTER 33
  41. CHAPTER 34
  42. CHAPTER 35
  43. CHAPTER 36
  44. EPILOGUE

Dancer offered her a kind smile. “Nothing. I should keep an eye on Kalea. I’ll be back in a few.”

“He spoke to his mother,” Fain said as soon as Dancer was gone. Sitting down next to her, he handed her a glass of juice.

Sumi tried to understand why a talk with his mother would hurt Dancer so much. And she didn’t miss the fact that even though the female had birthed them both, Fain didn’t claim her. “Why’s he upset?”

“Both she and his father are planning to sit with Dariana’s family tomorrow. And Dancer’s furious and hurt about it.”

Sumi snorted at their mother’s stupidity. “He shouldn’t let that upset him. I don’t care where they sit.”

Fain swallowed his drink before he sighed. “Easier said than done, Sumi. It’s another slap in his face that he really didn’t need. They know he loves you, and yet they’re supporting a female who has done nothing but insult and humiliate him since he was a boy.”

A furious tic beat a steady rhythm in his jaw as he watched the boys and Vik playing at war in their sandbox. “You’ve never seen an Andarion unification ceremony. The bride and groom are practically naked when they make their Disclosures. The male comes out and kneels so that the bride can inspect him.”

A chill went down her spine at what he described. “Inspect him, how?”

“She walks around his body and looks him over. If he’s acceptable, she nods to the priest to continue the proceedings…” His voice trailed off as his tic picked up its rhythm. “Dancer was only eighteen the first time he went before Dariana, in good faith. You’ve seen his body. You know how scarred up he was, and those scars were still fresh, then. There he stood and knelt, just a kid, in front of his entire family and hers with his whole body visible for all to see – including the marks his mother had given him as chastisement. It was the last thing he wanted to do. He knew Dariana hated him, and that everyone would sneer over the condition of his body. Yet he went forward with it so that he wouldn’t shame his parents. A decent female would have simply shaken her head no, and been done with him. Instead, Dariana sliced open his back, leaving him to bleed at the altar, and walked out in the middle of the ceremony.”

Sumi ground her teeth as rage clouded her vision. “What did your parents do?”

“They left him, too.” Fain set his drink aside. “Alone, he went and dressed, while his back bled, and returned home to find himself locked out.”

Stunned at that, she gaped incredulously. “What?”