Kyele's Passion: A World Beyond Book 4 Read Online Free

after her. Someone who’d discovered her plan to escape. But not the man who made no secret of his feelings.
    In her foolishness, she’d given them the perfect opportunity to strike against the General. Her death would destroy him. She realized it now as guilt flashed through her, but Victoria blocked it. Her son was an innocent baby, and she didn’t want him raised here if danger lurked in the corners. “Promise me, Faan. Take Kyele away. Raise him without anyone the wiser. Don’t let Azar’s enemies get him.”
    The General had thousands of soldiers under his command. People quaked in their boots when he walked the halls. But he had enemies too. The same who turned on her could turn on Kyele. That’s not what she wanted for her beautiful son. She might not have given Azar her heart when he asked, but she’d give their son life.
    “I promise,” Faan whispered, the wet of his tears on her cheeks.
     
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    Explosions rocked the ground. Azar arrived at the port, his chest tearing with pain at the sight of three of his fastest ships burning. Flames soared skyward. Frantic, he raced forward, hope keeping him from accepting what his gaze showed.
    He almost tripped over the body. Dark hair spilled across the ground.
    “No!” Azar roared in anguish as he fell to his knees.
    Savage denial had him biting his tongue on the next scream until blood filled his mouth. Not Victoria. Never his beautiful love. Azar cradled her limp body close and rocked. He cupped her still warm jaw. “ Tesa? Don’t leave me, please. Not like this.”
    Soldiers stormed the port, weapons drawn. Too late. Far too late. He searched for Faan even as he held tight to the woman in his arms. Where was his son?
    Hectley came toward him, face drawn. “We have witnesses who saw Faan carry young Kyele into the ship closest to the blast zone.”
    One of the burning vessels. Azar closed his eyes and nuzzled the silk of Victoria’s hair. The heady scent he’d grown to love filled his nostrils with a bittersweet burn. Jagged pain seared his throat. He opened his eyes and glared at Hectley. “Find who did this.”
    It didn’t take long. Within days, confessions flew from cracked, bloody lips and swollen faces. But not the leader who instigated this tragedy. Azar couldn’t discover the one individual who had set his nightmare in motion. As a result, he slaughtered the ones he could find. Those involved in Victoria and Kyele’s death were stamped out. He was like a madman. Soldiers fell beneath his rage, traitors lost their heads, but none of it brought back his son and none of it brought back the woman who’d taken his heart to the grave with her.
    From that night on, he became known as The Butcher and no one dared cross him again.

Chapter 3
     
    From the time of his maturity, Kyele accepted he was a ruthless killer. He would always be a ruthless killer. It was a fate he couldn’t escape no matter his upbringing. The lesson was first brought home to him his last year of school when he killed a fellow student who thought to tease him for not having a maman.
    The death was purely accidental. Kyele’s punch had only knocked the young Enotian back, but the slick floor had caused the student to lose his balance and fall. The male’s head hit the stone barrier leading to the outside quad. Dorin was dead in an instant.
    The next death came about due to the manifestation of his natural gifts. One moment he’d been enjoying a brief trip on a space station away from home, the next a group of drunks cornered him. He killed four that night, defending himself, and the guilt weighed heavy on him no matter what his adopted papan said.
    Faan, a former soldier for the Spectar army, had brought Kyele to the peace loving planet Enotia to raise him. He assured Kyele that his genetics didn’t determine the path of his future. Kyele almost believed him until he’d killed those four men.
    As a child some things he knew without being told. He wasn’t a native