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The Sanctuary Series

Hi, my name is Nikita Slater and I'm the International Bestselling author of The Queens series, Fire & Vice series, The Sanctuary series, Driven Hearts series and several standalone novels. I've loved the written word my entire life and am an avid reader, as well as a writer. I live, eat and breathe books and I'm always working on something new! ​ I live on the beautiful Canadian prairies with my son and crazy awesome dog. I have an unholy affinity for books (especially dark romance), wine, pets and anything chocolate. Despite some of the darker themes in my books (which are pure fun and fantasy), I am a staunch feminist and advocate of equal rights for all races, genders and non-gender specific persons. When I'm not writing, dreaming about writing or talking about writing, I love to help others discover a love of reading and writing through literacy and social work. Only the strongest can survive in a hostile world ravaged by a disease that turns humans into primitives. She is the Desert Wren, a rebel bent on providing safe passage to illegal refugees entering into her Sanctuary city. If she’s caught she’ll be executed, but the price is worth the privilege of doing what she knows is right. Except when she’s finally caught, the sentence isn’t death, it’s her freedom. It’s the Warlord’s job to weed out the weak and sacrifice them for the good of the Sanctuary. Brutal and autocratic, he is the highest authority. The only threat to his dictatorship is a rebel faction rising up from the slums of his city. When he arrests a rebel leader, the Desert Wren, he sees his redemption. She will help him guide Sanctuary into the future. He just needs to convince his little captive that she’s better off with him than flying free. What is the price of Sanctuary in a dying world and is it worth the sacrifice?

2019-11-25 · Sci-fi
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154 Chs

Chapter 128: Taran

I'm sitting calmly on the bed, holding the baby to my chest when Diogo bursts in. The relief that crosses Gillert's face is almost laughable. I suppose it's rather poetic that my old police nemesis is the one to find me, to call Diogo. Gillert was the one to arrest me during the food riots, he was the one to process me when Diogo arrested the Desert Wren. Now, he is the one to help reunite me with my husband.

"Taran!" Diogo kneels on the floor next to the bed. He reaches for me but pulls back when he sees the bundle in my arms.

As angry as I am with my husband, as betrayed and hurt, I will still always cherish the look on his face as I reveal our son to him for the first time. Gently I move the blanket away from his face so Diogo can see him. The tiny red face screws up in annoyance as the cool air touches his cheek. He turns his face back toward my breast.

"A boy," I murmur.

"A boy," Diogo repeats my words, his own voice holding the awe I'd felt when I first saw our child too.