Discover the Void

By Isadora Brown

The clock is ticking down to Kara’s wedding to a wicked heathen

Kara Darling still isn’t sure she wants to marry Keaton, the most dangerous heathen in her realm - and his.

Which means Keaton has his work cut out for him.

After introducing her to the Void, he decides celebrations are in order. She has, after all, agreed to marry him, securing his freedom to move within each realm once it’s official. As such, he takes her to a trendy bar for drinks - and to let the Void know he’s back from his crypt.

He doesn’t expect the occupants of the Void to recognize her as a Breather, especially not the Prince. Once it’s clear Kara has sparked his interest, Keaton realizes they need to get married NOW - before the Prince can interfere in any way.

When Kara discovers there’s a mandatory provision to her marriage, she must decide if uncovering the truth about her missing brother is worth consummating the marriage with Keaton on a weekly basis. There’s a good chance once she succumbs to him that first time, there will be no going back.

Fans of Beetlejuice and Buffy the Vampire Slayer are addicted to this new slowburn paranormal ghost romance by a USA Today Best Selling Author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather C. Myers
• Release date: Jun 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005387167

Book preview

1

M arried? Davidson looked between me and Keaton.

My heart thudded against my chest. Some weird, sticky feeling began to pump out of me, like I couldn’t take the thought of letting Davidson down. He was the person who took me in, after all. After the shade attack. After my brother got taken away by the monsters. He brought me here, taught me everything I knew. And now, I was ready to betray him. I was ready to turn my back on him and everything he taught me, my friends, all because I had made a deal with Keaton.

I began to gnaw on my bottom lip, sucking in a breath.

No, Davidson said when his eyes fell back to me. "No."

Are you trying to tell a woman what she’s allowed to do? Keaton asked, procuring another cigarette from thin air and lighting it with a snap of his fingers. He took a long draw, blowing smoke in Davidson’s direction. "Because I know I died six hundred years ago where that shit was acceptable, I just didn’t think it was acceptable today. And it definitely ain’t with my girl."

She’s not your girl, Davidson snapped before I had a chance to correct Keaton myself. A piece of rubble fell from the ceiling, clattering next to us. 

I didn’t even jump.

No one did.

After what we just encountered, after the shades or whatever those things were, I was too exhausted to care about anything else.

Keaton stuck his cigarette back between his lips before reaching for Davidson and grabbing him by his shirt collar. He lifted the dean into the air with ease even though Davidson was taller than Keaton. Slowly, Keaton brought Davidson close to him so Davidson’s face was mere centimeters from his, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed so low they nearly dropped into his eyes.

"She’s mine, Keaton said in a low, dangerous voice. A shudder ripped down my back but I tried to ignore it. Whether you like it or not, she’s mine."

How could you do this? Davidson ripped his gaze away from Keaton in order to glare at me. I flinched, instantly hating the way my body reacted to him only because he had never looked at me like that, had never talked to me like that. In all fairness, I had never given him a reason to before now. Out of all the stupid things to do… He began to pace back and forth, hands locked behind his back, stomping with each step he took. You called him here. You removed the hold his crypt had on him.

I had to, I said. It sounded hollow even to me. I didn’t know what those things were. I wanted to make sure -

You made a deal with the devil, Davidson said before he stopped pacing and spat on the floor. And now what, Kara? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Before I could respond, he barged forward. Of course not. Because you don’t think, do you? You just react to whatever it is you’re feeling. And that’s your justification. Your emotions control you. And that’s - that’s bullshit, Kara. Because now what do we do? He’s out and I can’t protect you from him.

I-I’m sorry, I said.

No, Keaton growled. His cigarette was nearly ash, teeth ground together like the keys of a piano. Don’t fucking apologize to him. 

Don’t tell her what to do, Davidson said. She can make her own decisions -

And she made the decision to marry me, asshole, Keaton growled. That’s happening, whether you like it or not. He dropped Davidson back to his feet and flicked the cigarette butt at him.

"Shut up, both of you, Daphne said. Her fingers were still clutching the dagger, her eyes on me. Kara. What’s going on? What did you do?"

Me? I looked around at the damage. The academy was in shambles. I wasn’t sure where the other students were. We shouldn’t be talking about this. We should be seeing if anyone needed help. I didn’t release those things. I don’t even know what those things are.

They wanted you, Kara, Mattie pointed out, her voice light and squeaking, almost like a timid mouse. They might have been after us but I saw the way three of them were on top of you. They wanted you.

Is it because of him? Daphne jutted her finger at Keaton but refused to look at him. I wasn’t sure if it was because she was scared or if it was something else, but her knuckles turned white from holding that dagger, almost as though she was going to use it against him if she had to.

I have a name, you know, Keaton said. His eyes were on the dagger but he didn’t seem scared of it. If anything, there almost seemed to be desire embedded in those unnerving bright green eyes.

Daphne ignored him.

Those shades weren’t Keaton, I said.

How do you know? Davidson asked, looking down at me. He took a step towards me, then another. His shoulders hunched forward, lips twisting into a frown. How could you possibly know that?

You said his powers were locked up in that crypt, I pointed out. You said he couldn’t do anything while he was locked up there. You really think he can call these things? He was in the crypt when the attack started.

How do you know that? Davidson asked again. Each word was punctuated with suspicion. He didn’t look at me like I was Kara; he looked at me like I was one of them - a heathen, a shade, something other than what I was.

And I hated it.

I hated it because I knew I had to tell him the truth. I couldn’t keep sneaking around. I couldn’t keep lying to him. I was clearly shit at it anyway.

But this would break him. He took me in years ago. He trusted me. And I broke that trust by thinking Keaton could help me find Richard.

He still