The Warrior by Victoria Scott is the final installment of the Dante Walker trilogy and we are bringing you the exclusive cover reveal. As an added bonus we also have an excerpt.
Blurb
War between heaven and hell is coming, but Dante Walker makes it look damn good.
Dante’s girlfriend, Charlie, is fated to save the world. And Aspen, the girl who feels like a sister, is an ordained soldier. In order to help both fulfill their destiny and win the war, Dante must complete liberator training at the Hive, rescue Aspen from hell, and uncover a message hidden on an ancient scroll.
Dante is built for battle, but even he can’t handle the nightmares where spiders crawl from Aspen’s eyes, or the look on Charlie’s face that foretells of devastation. To make matters worse, the enemy seizes every opportunity to break inside the Hive and cripple the liberators. But the day of reckoning is fast approaching, and to stand victorious, Dante will have to embrace something inside himself he never has before—faith.
THE WARRIOR Excerpt
If war is coming, I make it look damn good.
I am sharp eyes for hunting, broad shoulders for fighting, strong hands for gripping a weapon. I am built for this. I will protect Charlie, and I will rescue Aspen from hell. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my girls, and I plan to do it all. Blood will spill, and I will spill it without a second thought.
I am a machine.
“Dante?”
Spinning around, I find Charlie standing against the bathroom doorframe. Here is the girl who will save us all. The girl whose charity will usher in Trelvator—a hundred years of peace on earth. Blond hair spills over her shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face. Her skin is porcelain and her smile is bottled sunshine and her body is sick in a good way. She is perfect.
She’s perfect because I made her that way, because I talked her into signing a contract in which she traded her soul for beauty. Even though I’ve fought to change the person I am, the person who did that to her, I’m still a demon at heart. Big Guy may be lord of the heavens, and I may have gold dargon wrapped around my ankle marking me as a liberator, but inside, deep down, a monster growls.
Charlie wraps her arms around my waist and her fingers clutch my back. My armor falls away in an instant, and I’m no longer what I was a moment before. Now I’m sharp eyes for watching her, and broad shoulders for easing her worries, and strong hands for holding her tight.
She is mine.
And I am hers.
About Victoria Scott
