The Leopard Soul


I didn’t even like the man whose life I saved.

Kardri Vangrarre is my warlord; I serve as a captain in his army—the Leopard Army. I respect him, and even admire him, but I don’t like him. At all. He’s vain, arrogant, and way too public with his abundant love life. In fact, he was right in the middle of one of his freaky, public orgies when we were attacked. I acted purely on instinct when I pushed him out of the way. I had no idea that I’d get hit instead, or that the green fireball would kill me. The Leopard Lord didn’t have to save my life just because I saved his, but that’s what he did. He used the Leopard Soul—a magical fae amulet—to give me a piece of his soul, and then his Goddess blessed me with an immortal fae body. And it’s not just my body that’s changed. I’m straight, I love the ladies. Or at least, I did. Now, I can’t stop staring at Kardri, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him and run my hands over that beautiful raven skin. And he won’t stop trying to seduce me, using his vast experience like a weapon. I feel like I’m on the losing side of a war. But that’s just my personal problems. The greater issue is the new weapon the Farungal attacked us with, and how they created it. We need to focus on that but the more time I spend with Kardri, the more I start to think that losing one war might be just the thing we need to win the other. That is, if I can survive the Leopard Lord’s embrace.