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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 · Romance
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Chapter 76: Taran

"We'll stop here."

I don't respond to Talon's comment. Just continue to stare out the side window of Grayson's car. I haven't spoken a word to Talon for over a day, since I realized he wasn't going to give me anything. No information to help me figure out where we're going or what's going to happen when we get there. He doesn't seem to care about my lack of conversation. Talks regardless of my response.

"I know a place we can grab some fuel here. We'll stop for the night too, I need to get some sleep."

I'm not surprised by this revelation. We've been driving for more than twenty-four hours and he hasn't had any opportunity to rest. Though he looks tired, he doesn't look much worse for the wear for staying awake that long. Unable to stay awake, I'd drifted in and out of a light slumber while he continued to drive through the night, only stopping long enough to use the fuel reserves in Grayson's trunk before pushing on.

Finally, I unbend enough to ask, "Where is here?"