Protector by Joanne Wadsworth
To love and protect…across worlds.
Eighteen-year-old Faith Stryker is prepared to leap out into the unknown world beyond her home shores of New Zealand to experience life. Only she never expected to encounter Magio, a planet with two warring countries, where its people reach adulthood at eighteen by coming into their strength and prophetic abilities. Only after Faith discovers she’s a Halfling–thanks to her warrior father she’s never met–does her own skill of forethought develop.
Peacio’s Prince Davio Loveria is sent to the young Faith Stryker by his grandfather, but not all goes as planned. Davio discovers Faith isn’t just a Halfling, she’s also his soul-bound mate–an intense relationship he cannot, nor will not, give up.
With two wars now waging…one of land and the other of the heart…can the young lovers find their place in the world?
A Lyrical Press Young Adult Romance
All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
I kicked at a loose pebble, scuttling it across the path onto the grass as my traitorous mind moved back to Davio.
Always to Davio. Drat him.
How had it been so easy for him to go?
Then there was that moment he’d touched me and now never again.
I blew out a breath, wanting to shake my despair off. Nothing peeved me more than allowing any form of weakness.
Storming down the driveway, I winced as I caught my bag on the spiky gate left unlatched near our front door. I stumbled over the uneven path, wiping at my cheek. Oh hell, I couldn’t believe I was now crying.
“I would watch your step if I were you.”
My head jolted up as I slammed to a stop.
I inhaled slowly, turning fractionally.
He had short, light colored hair and was dressed in a night-shaded silk shirt and pressed pants, a thick black leather coat flapping heavily to the ground.
The way he stood, his legs braced wide, his gaze narrowed, brought me to full alert.
Then he moved, twirling around me in the blink of an eye. “Pay attention, Faith.”
I would if his speed wasn’t inhuman. “Do I know you?”
“No,” he stated simply, sharply.
I searched his gaze, shocked to find myself staring into violet eyes. My violet eyes. “Whoa, okay, who are you?”
The stranger circled me again, the intensity surrounding him as thick and as heavy as the dark trench coat which beat against his legs in the breeze. He crossed his large arms and growled, “I am a warrior, one who is warning you to steer clear of Peacio’s protectors. I’ve seen you with them.” His order was arrogant.
“Ah–” I drew in a deep breath, making myself find some words. “I don’t have much to do with them any longer.”
He flipped a hand at me. “They are our natural born enemy.” His collar blew up against his thick neck as he spoke, making him appear more than menacing.
He speared me with a dark look before looking over his shoulder, and his nostrils flared. “Damn it,” he swore. “We’ll have to pick this up another time. Carlisio’s been forewarned.”
“How do you know me? And who are–” I broke off mid-sentence as he raised a heavy baton.
For just a moment he appeared anguished. “It must be this way. You will not forget, Faith. I will not allow it.”
My head spun, a swirl of gray clouding my vision for a brief moment. Or was it longer? I couldn’t tell.
“No, please, there’s no need to hurt me.” I blinked, stumbling backwards, hands up in instant defense.
I was too slow.