Enraptured (Eternal Guardians Series #4)by Elisabeth Naughton
"DARK, DANGEROUS, AND ABSOLUTELY ADDICTING."- Christina Dodd on Tempted
Orpheus-To most he's an enigma, a devil-may-care rogue who does whatever he pleases whenever he wants. Now this loose cannon is part of the Eternal Guardians-elite warriors assigned to protect the human realm-whether he likes it or/strong>/p>/strong>/em>
"DARK, DANGEROUS, AND ABSOLUTELY ADDICTING."- Christina Dodd on Tempted
Orpheus-To most he's an enigma, a devil-may-care rogue who does whatever he pleases whenever he wants. Now this loose cannon is part of the Eternal Guardians-elite warriors assigned to protect the human realm-whether he likes it or not.
Orpheus has just one goal: to rescue his brother from the Underworld. He's not expecting a woman to get in the way. Especially not a Siren as gorgeous as Skyla. He has no idea she's an assassin sent by Zeus to seduce, entrap, and ultimately destroy him.
Yet Skyla herself might have the most to lose. There's a reason Orpheus feels so familiar to her, a reason her body seems to crave him. Perhaps he's not the man everyone thinks... The truth could reveal a deadly secret as old as the Eternal Guardians themselves.
Praise for Elisabeth Naughton:
"The sensuality of Sherrilyn Kenyon and the intensity of Patricia Briggs."-New York Times bestselling author Angie Fox
"Elisabeth Naughton combines dynamic dialogue and sizzling romance with a wicked cool world. Do not miss this series."-New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione
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Death growls, devil horns, and a mosh pit. Not Orpheus's idea of a good time. Not by a long shot.
As he maneuvered through the metalheads in the crowd of outdoor concertgoers banging to the beat of the pounding bass, he couldn't help but be slightly amused by their stupidity. They had no idea what they were opening themselves up to with the satanic lyrics and black-magic worship. But Orpheus did.
Boy, did he ever.
He glanced around the crowd again, searching for the familiar darkness he knew was hovering somewhere close. His urgency ratchetted up about ten notches. After tracking her for the last three months, he'd finally found her at this outdoor concert in western Washington. What she was doing with a bunch of headbangers, he didn't know, but he wasn't about to lose her. Not to the chase, and definitely not to them.
A blur of black crossed his line of sight four people over, and his adrenaline amped. He pushed past a man wearing leather pants and a dog collar.
Beer sloshed over the man's T-shirt. He turned and glared Orpheus's way. "Hey, dickhead, watch it!"
Normally Orpheus would be right up in the guy's face, but not tonight. Tonight he had more important matters to deal with. He scanned the crowd again, searching for her. She was petite, and dressed all in black with that long dark hair, not easy to find, but he caught sight of her again when she looked back to see if he was still following. The whites of her eyes all but glowed in the darkness, and the recognition and fear on her pale face told him she knew just what he was.
Smart girl to run. In any other situation, that might amuse him. But he'd had it with playing cat and mouse.
She picked up her pace, maneuvered easily through the crowd as she headed away from the stage. Orpheus wasn't so lucky. His size kept him from weaving through the throng of people. He muscled his way past the pulsing fans, intent on not losing her.
She brushed by a woman with long blond hair. The blond turned to look after her, said something Orpheus couldn't hear, but his target didn't even slow. She disappeared again in the crowd. The blond, however, turned to look his way as if she sensed him. Their eyes held for the briefest of seconds.
Violet eyes. The color so startling, he faltered. Like polished amethyst. Déjà vu struck him square in the chest. He didn't know how or where, but he'd seen this human before.
Before he thought better of it, he took in the long hair that fell to the center of her back. She wasn't dressed outrageously, like some of the others in the crowd—no chains or dog collars, just a denim jacket that covered a fitted scoop-necked black shirt and slim black pants. But the clothes accentuated her curves in all the right places. And the knee-high black goth boots that propped her up a good four inches were sexier than hell.
She wasn't headbanging or jumping to the beat, but she was obviously here for the show. One corner of her glossed lips curled into a wicked smirk as she studied him back. As much as he would have liked to let her look her fill, the longer he distracted himself with this human the farther away his target would get.
And yet...where the hell had he seen her before?
He turned away from the blond, scanned the crowd again. Called himself ten kinds of stupid for being distracted by a measly human. He let his senses guide him. The darkness within his target he could stomach. It was the light that repelled him. That odd light that marked her as one of Zeus's own and told him exactly where she was located in the mass of people.
His daemon surged forward. He moved to see past a couple with spiked purple hair and caught sight of the ends of her long black locks waving in the wind as she ran past the last concertgoers and dropped down over the other side of the hill.
He picked up his pace and finally reached the peak of the grassy incline. She was already at the fence some thirty yards below, nothing more than a shadow climbing up and over the chain link like a seasoned cat burglar. Where had this female trained? With the Argonauts themselves?
He shoved that thought aside and followed. Darkness pressed in, but the eerie orange lights spaced every so often across the vast parking lot made her easy to see. That and his heightened night vision, now that they were out of the chaos of the concert.
He was over the fence in moments, this time easily weaving through cars in the lot. She didn't look back, but his highly attuned hearing caught every pound of her heart and each push and pull of air in her lungs as she ran toward the trees.
The music faded to a dim thump. The crowd's screams died in the background. His boots crunched across the pavement, then turned quiet as he moved from asphalt to forest floor to mix with the scents of earth and moss wafting on the air. Did she think she could outrun him? Hide in the trees? It didn't matter that she could trace her roots back to Zeus himself. The female was about to learn there was no hiding from him. Not when she was the key to his getting what he needed most.
Douglas fir rose up around him. In the distance, the White River gurgled over rocks and downed limbs. He slowed when he saw her standing in filtered moonlight twenty yards away, still as stone and staring into the darkness as if she were nothing more than a statue.
For a second, he wondered if she'd been frozen in place by some sort of dark magic. His brother Gryphon possessed that gift—the ability to freeze those around him for miniscule seconds—but Gryphon was now dead, his soul rotting somewhere in Hades, all thanks to Orpheus. No way his brother had cast any kind of power from the other side, and not once in three hundred years had Orpheus come across another with the same gift. Which meant something else had stopped her. Or spooked her more than he had.
The familiar darkness he'd sensed earlier stirred his daemon within. Anxious to get to her before it did, he stepped cautiously toward her, was just about to tell her who he was so they could end this idiotic game of chase, when a voice at his back drew him to a stop.
"Step away from her, daemon."
He turned—as did his target—toward the blond in the goth boots, who stood near a cluster of trees.
His quarry gasped. He reached out and wrapped his hand around her upper arm before she could get away. The female was nothing but skin and bones. Though she was definitely quick.
She struggled, but he held her firm and dragged her toward his chest. To the blond he growled, "Go back to the concert, woman."
But before he could send the blond packing, Orpheus realized something besides him had spooked the female in his arms. Sonofabitch.
He whipped around, spotted the three massive males walking their way. His target tensed, sucked in a breath. Orpheus cursed his dumbass luck and pushed her behind him. He wanted to tell the blond to run, but there was nothing these dogs liked better than a chase. He'd take care of them, then her.
"Look what we have here," the one in the middle said. All three wore sunglasses, even though it was night. But Orpheus didn't need to see their eyes to know they were glowing. He could feel it. Just as he could feel his own eyes begin to glow in response.
Damn it. And damn his target for running straight for them.
"Looks to me like he has plenty to share," the one to the left said, the one with the shaved head and double gold hoop earrings. "We're hungry too, brother."
Oh, Orpheus didn't doubt these three daemons were hungry. Atalanta, their leader, may be trapped in the Fields of Asphodel, but her new breed of daemon—monsters who looked human but weren't—lived on. And they needed to feed to regain the strength they were no longer getting from the Underworld. What Atalanta didn't know was that she couldn't control hybrids the way she could her army of ordinary daemons. They weren't brainless soldiers. They were part human, and as such retained that human characteristic that all the gods hated—free will.
Yeah, Orpheus knew that better than anyone, didn't he? Cursing his luck all over again, he scanned the trees, focused on his senses. Didn't pick up any other threat around them, which meant these three dickheads were alone.
"Look, guys. The chick and I were just about to get nice and friendly, so why don't you just turn right around and go find some unsuspecting sheep to toy with. I'm sure that's right up your alley."
"Come on, man. You don't need two. We'll take the blond." The leader licked his lips and stepped forward.
Skata. Stupid human with her stupid curiosity. Behind him he heard the female he'd been chasing shuffle backward. She obviously knew what they faced, but the human probably didn't. In a minute though—unless he figured a way out of this mess—she was going to discover just what kind of nightmare she'd wandered into.
Man, his day was heading right for the shitter.
He reached back for the blade he kept sheathed against his spine beneath his coat, the one as long as his forearm. The one that had belonged to his brother and bore the marking of their forefather on the handle. Then he whispered, "Run. Take the human and run."
"That," the male to the right growled, taking a step away from the others and puffing up his chest, "is an unwise move, daemon."
Yeah, no shit, Sherlock. But Orpheus was out of options, as far as he could see. If his target died, he was screwed, and daemon hybrid himself or not, he didn't want to see the stupid human female get eaten either. Maybe because she was hot and he didn't like seeing hot chicks sliced and diced. Maybe because he still felt like he knew her from somewhere. Either way, it meant she was a burden he just didn't need. And the sooner she got gone, the sooner she'd be someone else's burden.
He gripped his blade with both hands. While he wasn't thrilled with his odds against three blood-starved beasts, he was pretty sure he could take them. If he shifted. He just hoped it didn't come to that.
"You boys have been warned," Orpheus said.
The leader chuckled and pulled his sunglasses from his face. His eyes were already glowing a blinding green that lit up the small clearing.
A whir echoed near Orpheus's ear before he could move. The leader gasped, his feet stilling midstep. His eyes flew wide. He looked down at the arrow protruding from the middle of his chest. With shaking hands he grasped it, pulled it free with a grunt. Blood gushed from the wound as he slumped to the forest floor.
Stunned, Orpheus glanced over his shoulder and saw the blond standing with her boots shoulder-width apart, a bow she'd pulled from somewhere in that obscenely tight getup poised at her shoulder, her hand already gripping and aiming the next arrow. "He told you to leave. I suggest you listen."
Growls echoed in unison. Clothing ripped, bones cracked. The other two hybrids morphed and shifted, growing in size until they were at least seven and a half feet tall. Claws sprouted from their hands as their faces twisted and transformed. The human features disappeared until what stared back at Orpheus in the dark was a grotesque mix of cat and goat and dog, with protruding fangs.
Shit. Go time.
Blade in hand, Orpheus dropped back four steps and grasped the dark-haired female by the arm, shoving her in the direction of the amphitheater they'd just come from. "Run!"
He reached for the blond, tried to push her back too, but she stepped away from him, lined up another shot, and released a second arrow. It sailed through the air with a deafening whir, struck the beast on the left with a thwack. The daemon growled in response, stumbled, but then roared and found his footing.
"Sonofabitch," Orpheus muttered, lifting his weapon as the daemon charged. "Get back!"
Another whir sounded. This arrow embedded itself in the chest of the charging daemon. The blond released two more arrows in rapid succession as if she'd done it a thousand times. The daemon stumbled. The blond moved her weapon to the left and hit the third daemon near the shoulder.
Her expert marksmanship meant Orpheus might get through this without shifting after all. Instead of questioning who she was and why she was there, he jerked the knife from his belt and hurled it end over end toward the daemon with three arrows sticking out of his chest still trying to get to the blond. Then he arced out with the blade in his hand and struck the other advancing daemon, catching it across the chest. Blood spurted, the daemon howled. Again Orpheus yelled, "Run!"
The first hybrid, the one still in human form, lay writhing on the ground. Two daemons Orpheus could handle—they weren't trained warriors; they were scrappy fighters—so long as the females fled. He chanced one look over his shoulder as he fought against the monsters, couldn't see his target. She'd obviously taken off, but the blond was still there, lining up her arrows and pulling a throwing star from her waistband, then hurling it like a pro.
Throwing stars? Who the bloody hell was this chick?
Not his concern, he told himself as he sliced out with his blade, used his legs for leverage, knocked one beast to the ground and whirled on the other. If she wasn't going to listen and split, he couldn't be responsible for what happened to her. But he kept her at the edge of his vision just the same. Made sure the daemon close to her stayed on the ground. Blood spurted, howls echoed, and just when he thought the fight was almost over, the hybrid she'd originally hit with her arrows—the one who hadn't yet shifted—let out a bone-chilling scream and morphed from human form into the biggest damn daemon Orpheus had ever seen.
The blond cursed. Orpheus looked just in time to see the daemon closest to her scramble to his feet, then backhand her across the face and send her sailing twenty feet. Her body slammed into the ground. Her bow and arrow went flying. The throwing star in her hand became a whir of silver as it ricocheted against a tree trunk. From across the clearing, the big daemon—the leader—growled, "She's mine."
Orpheus had a split second to decide what to do.
He let go of his daemon. The glow consumed him. Clothing ripped, bones cracked, and another roar echoed through the forest, only this one, he knew, came from him. From that part hidden deep inside. The part he rarely let out. The part he'd been cursed with from birth. The part that, even now after three hundred years, he couldn't totally control.
Beast replaced man. Instinct overruled logic. Through hazy vision he watched the blond scramble backward on the moss-covered ground, her violet eyes wide and fear-filled. And though déjà vu filtered through his turbulent mind as he looked at her, his plans, his one true goal, what he was doing out here in these woods to begin with, began to slip out of his grasp. Only one thought spiraled in, swirled, and took hold, replacing everything else.
One thought that consumed him.
I shouldn't have been so eager to prove them wrong.
The thought revolved in Skyla's head as her fingers closed around the rock. Athena, the head of the Siren Order—Zeus's personal band of highly trained assassins—had tried to talk the King of the Gods out of sending Skyla on this assignment, but Skyla had argued she was ready for action again. Never mind that she was only weeks out of a battle that had nearly left her dead. She wasn't about to let some shitty hybrid force her into retirement.
Of course, now, surrounded by three—no, make that four—hybrids, all bigger than the one who'd left her bloody and bruised in the first place and who were each eyeing her as if she were prime Grade A beef, she thought that maybe she shouldn't have been so bullheaded. Maybe just this once she should have at least listened to Athena's rationale.
Damn it, if she could just reach her dagger. It, like her bow and arrows, was charmed and could inflict more damage than a regular weapon. But daemon hybrid skin was tougher than most, and since her arrows weren't doing much to stop these monsters, even it was no guarantee. Her mind raced with options. Feminine charms definitely weren't going to work in this situation. Her only hope at this point was to deflect and incite.
The closest daemon growled and stepped toward her. But a voice at his back stopped his feet. "I said she's mine."
Skyla looked past the first to see another–bigger–daemon stalking across the ground with murder in its glowing eyes. Her adrenaline surged. She gripped the rock and glared up at the closest daemon, the one who was backing off to make room for the big one.
"Can't do it yourself?" she taunted. "Oh yeah, you're a real badass, aren't you? Do you wipe his ass for him when he asks too?"
The smaller daemon's eyes flashed, but he stepped aside for the big one. If she could get them to turn on one another, she might have a chance. A slim chance.
"No one touches her but me," the big daemon growled.
She lifted the rock. Ground her teeth together. Felt the weight of her dagger in its sheath against her lower back. But before she could swing out and make contact with the rock, the daemon at the back of the pack—the one who'd only recently appeared—wrapped his meaty claws around the neck of the big monster and jerked him backward.
A roar poured from the mouth of the bigger daemon as his feet left the ground. The other two turned to look with shock and awe across their grotesque faces. The big daemon sailed across the small clearing, slammed into a tree trunk. Crumpled like a rag doll. A blur of claws slashed out until there was nothing left but bones and blood. The other two daemons, sensing fresh meat, turned and charged.
Skyla scrambled to her feet, grasped the dagger at her back and hurled it through the air. It hit one daemon square in the back of the head. He slammed into the ground face-first with a thud. As the other charged the remaining daemon, Skyla darted for her bow and arrow. She ran hard, slid across the damp ground, scooped up her weapon, then lined up her shot and hoped like hell she was aiming for the right one.
Her arrows sailed through the air in succession. Stuck into the back of the daemon still wearing a trench coat. Another slash of claws and all that was left was her, a bloody mess, and the man named Orpheus she'd followed into the trees.
Correction, the daemon named Orpheus she'd been sent to find.
Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Hands steady from years of training, Skyla kept her bow at the ready, her arrow aimed dead center at his chest in case he made any kind of threatening move. Though Athena claimed he was nonviolent and that after three hundred years he'd mastered control over his daemon side, the acrid scent of blood and the vile stench of daemon slime wafting on the breeze reminded her he was more beast than man, no matter what Athena said.
Her adrenaline surged as his glowing green eyes lifted to hers. She searched his face for any sign of the man she'd seen earlier. The man who'd tried to get her to leave before the battle began. She couldn't find him. All she saw was a monster. A monster born of the Underworld and intent on annihilation.
Skyla widened her stance, braced herself for one last fight. No, she wasn't going down this way. Screw Zeus and what he wanted from the daemon hybrid. Yeah, she'd been sent to gain his trust so she could complete her mission, but if it came down to her life or some stupid relic Zeus deemed important, she'd choose her life every time. No matter the consequences.
He stepped forward.
Skyla's pulse raced. She pulled the arrow back. "Stay where you are, daemon."
Meet the Author
A former junior high science teacher, Elisabeth Naughton traded in her red pen and test-tube set for a laptop and research books. She now writes sexy romantic adventure and paranormal novels full-time from her home in western Oregon, where she lives with her husband and three children. Her work has been nominated for numerous awards, including the prestigious RITA Awards of Romance Writers of America, the Australian Romance Reader Awards, the Golden Leaf, and the Golden Heart. When not writing, Elisabeth can be found running, hanging out at the ball park, or dreaming up new and exciting adventures. Visit her at www.elisabethnaughton.com to learn more about her and her books.
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The series continues with another solid story line. I do enjoy her mix of characters and stories running with a long story in a sense. The only knock I have against this series is it includes a bit of romance novel. However, after looking at what other books she has written prior to this series, it isn't surprising. That's the only thing about these books I could live without. I would prefer them to be about another 150-200 pages long, I believe she tends to wrap it up pretty quickly and some of the battles could be more pronounced, but overall, I like the series and continue to watch for the next book each time.
Enraptured is a dark, sexy and gripping read that will leave you addicted to these Eternal Guardians if you weren’t already! Orpheus is now one of the Eternal Guardians, at least according to the marks on his arms he is. But he wants nothing to do with the elite group, all he wants it to find his brother and rescue him from Hades and he will stop at nothing to see his goal fulfilled. When a Siren named Skyla gets in Orpheus' way though the game drastically changes. Sent by Zeus to steal an artifact from Orpheus and stop him from completing his task, Skyla comes to the startling revelation that she has met Orpheus in the past. The Gods have not been entirely honest with her and Skyla must decide if she wants to see the past repeated. Can Orpheus hold his dark side at bay though to complete his task and fight off his instant feelings of connection to Skyla or will succumbing to it be the only way to set his brother, and himself, free? ZOMG, I knew Orpheus was going to be good but I didn't know he was going to be this damn good! Enraptured is hands-down, the best of the Eternal Guardians series to-date. I LOVED IT and I am so glad too because you know when you set your heart on a character from the very beginning and you hope to God that when they finally get their HEA that you don't end up disappointed? That's how I felt with Orpheus but Elisabeth Naughton brilliantly captured his story and Enraptured totally rocked my socks off! Complex, in-depth and magically woven together, Enraptured kept me glued to the pages start to finish. The Eternal Guardians are the direct decedents of the original Argonauts and heroes. Orpheus doesn't see himself as any sort of hero however and his story is both touching and heart-wrenching as we journey through the revelations of his past and the acceptance of both his light and dark side. Orpheus is truly one of my favorite book heroes and long ago earned a top spot in my book-boyfriend harem! Skyla was a strong, kick-ass heroine that matched Orpheus perfectly. Their attraction was instant and *fans self* really sex-ay due to a connected past but not easy; full of twists, turns and surprises I loved how Ms. Naughton revealed each piece of the puzzle and the ending was *sigh* put together superbly. The plot moved at a steady and captivating pace, I was most definitely Enraptured by it! Enraptured can be read as a stand-alone but is so much better read in series order. The Eternal Guardians series is a must read for romance, paranormal and mythology fans. I love when authors add a mythological twist in their stories and this entire series is based on a fun one. Ms. Naughton gives the Argonauts her own little spin and ended up creating a series that no one should miss!
Loved it! One of the best in the entire series. Orpheus and Skyla will make you laugh and cry, then fan yourself from all that heat!
SEXIEST NEW PARANORMAL ROMANCE COUPLE IN A LONG TIME! Our Review [by Michelle L. Olson - LITERAL ADDICTION’s Pack Alpha]: I have one word for this installment of the ETERNAL GUARDIAN series… WOW! Given the thrilling conclusion to Tempted, I figured that this book would be chock full of goodness. It was that, and then some! The fabulous Ms. Naughton gifted me with an Advanced Reading Copy of Enraptured and while I did a little happy dance when it first arrived in the mail, it was absolutely nothing compared to the excited verbal outbursts I experienced throughout the read. ¿ Orpheus is an absolutely incredible hero. He’s dealing with his own demons (or daemons as the case may be), skeletons in his closet, and an all encompassing guilt regarding his brother Gryphon’s plight. He has a single minded purpose and sets out to accomplish his goals only to be railroaded and turned inside out and upside down by a sexy Siren with eyes the color of amethysts. Skyla is Zeus's longest tenured Siren. She should have left the fold eons ago but didn’t. Recovering from a mission gone wrong, she starts out in Enraptured trying to prove something – to both herself and her superiors. Little does she know that she’s about to cross paths with the one man that will make her scatter brained, and he just happens to be her mark. Thrown together in a case of ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’, Skyla and Orpheus embark on a thrilling journey with a demigoddess as their charge, each with their own agendas but with a common lust for reaching their end goal, and as it turns out, one another. They also discover things about one another that make for even more tension, heightened desire, captivating dialogue and a twist to the story that is as unique as it is thrilling. These two as a couple are hot as hell! Yowza. Both stubborn as all get out, the banter between them was enough to keep the reader riveted, but add in the undeniable attraction between the two of them and you end up with scenes that raised the temperature of the room several degrees and warranted a re-read because they were just THAT good. In standard Naughton fashion, the world building was a beautifully woven tapestry with descriptions that drew the reader in and made you feel like you were actually a part of the story. Couple that with not only the fabulous leading duo but appearances by just about all of the cast that we’ve come to know and love in the ETERNAL GUARDIAN world, and this was one book that I couldn’t put down but that ended much too quickly. It is my personal opinion that Elisabeth has grown and outdone herself with each new installment of the ETERNAL GUARDIANS series, but Enraptured was an absolutely phenomenal read and as I said at the start of this review, the best word for it is just “wow”. Enraptured is the perfect title for this book because that’s exactly how I felt after reading it – totally and completely enraptured. LITERAL ADDICTION gives Enraptured a highly deserved 5 Skulls and recommends it to everyone; Elisabeth and her sexy Argonauts should not be missed!
5 stars easy
** Some Spoilers** I was so excited to read Orpheus' story! This was an awesome installment in the series! I loved the dynamic between Orpheus and Skyla. She was his perfect mate. I really enjoyed her as character because she was a very strong heroine. This woman knew what she wanted and went for it regardless of everything else. She was determined and head strong even as an obstacle denied her. She was the kick in the butt that Orpheus needed and it was beautiful to see her give him hope and everything else he thought he didn't deserve in life. I loved where the adventure is heading. There are lots of different things that happen in this book that any follower of the series cannot miss. Another aspect of the series that I enjoy is that Ms. Naughton still has chapters from the previous characters that have books! It's so nice to revisit with the characters that I grew to know and love.
If you don't fall in love with these gorgeous Argonauts, there's something wrong with you! Each book can be read as a stand alone, but honestly, you need to read them all! I'm reading the last one now, and already can't wait for the next one!!
Totally loved the characters in this book. The story line is just amazing. I have read the other three books in the series and I can't wait for the rest. After reading the first book I bought the rest of the available books. For me to get hooked on a series it takes a lot, this just caught my attention and held it.
Why isn't this book a lend ME????? it is inthe middle of the series.
Absolutely love this book! It's definitely my favorite. Never thought I would be this hooked on this series :)
Highly recommend to anyone looking for a new series to read..I am very picky when it comes to paranormal romance so have high expectations when it comes series in this genre. I believe this series is very underrated and I for one have become a unsuspecting fan. As far as this book goes Orpheus has been my favorite from the beginning. So was waiting for this particular book to come along. Was not disappointed great read!!
Love this series. Orpheus has been my favorite guardian so far. Love his sarcastic wit! Be warned, this book may make you think of other words that start with "O".
Same as before this is a series