When He Takes -fallen God 2- - Gabrielle Sands Apr 2026

“To speak.” I stepped closer, my bare feet pressing into cold marble stained with divine blood. “And I’m telling you now—you don’t get to fall alone.”

I didn’t run.

“I do,” I lied back.

“I took everything from you,” he reminded me. His voice scraped the air like stone on stone. “Your kingdom. Your family. Your mortal name.” When he takes -Fallen god 2- - Gabrielle Sands

Outside, the other gods were gathering their armies. Inside, Valdís pressed his lips to my throat—not to break, but to breathe.

The moment the chains fell from my wrists, I knew he was lying.

It was an awful sound. Broken. Beautiful. The sound of a ruin learning to stand again. “To speak

“I am still a monster,” he said against my pulse.

“Then devour,” I whispered. “But you’d better leave room for me to devour you back.”

Valdís went utterly still.

I threaded my fingers through his. His skin was cold. It had been cold since the day they carved out his grace and left him to rot in the void between worlds.

Of me.

Not of his enemies.

But the texts never mentioned this—the way his hand trembled when I reached for it. The way his divine fire banked low, afraid to burn me. The way he said my mortal name like it was the only prayer left in his hollow chest.

Instead, I watched him kneel among the ruins of the celestial court, his massive wings—once white, now the color of bruised storm clouds—folded tight against his back. The other gods had fled. The mortal army had scattered. Only the two of us remained in the great hall, surrounded by fallen pillars and the soft, terrible sound of ash drifting through broken windows.