Exclusive Excerpt from The Gathering Storm
by Tricia Owens
Not one day had passed since the burning of Rhiad―not one night―that Caled hadn’t imagined this moment and the utter rage that would consume him upon finally seeing the man who had betrayed him. The nightmare that was Rhiad had become the turning point of his life; it now defined him as a man and measured the length of his days. He’d envisioned a hundred ways in which he would tear down the man who was Hadrian ni Leyanon, a hundred terrible words and curses he would rain down upon his betrayer. His only concern since Rhiad was that the sight of Hadrian would make him go berserk. Loss of restraint would be inevitable when faced with the man who had betrayed him so deeply.
Yet now, with the sorcerer standing naked and helpless in the water before him, a vision of wide gray eyes and dripping inky hair, Caled felt only fear. Fear, because the rage he had expected was not as powerful as it should have been. Fear, because the sight of his former lover made Caled wish, for a moment too long for comfort, that Rhiad had never happened and that he and Hadrian were still together.
It infuriated him.