Hello readers! Chances are, if you're reading this, you've finished Grounding the Storm. I really hope you enjoyed it, and if you're wanting to continue on, the second book of Grounding the Storm is already active!

In total, this will be a four book series so stay tuned!

The title to the second book of Grounding the Storm is Bridging the Ancient. Here is the link and read on for a preview of the first chapter!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/165040075-bridging-the-ancient-grounding-the-storm-book-2

CHAPTER ONE PREVIEW

This heart needs you. I need you.

I hold on tight to those words, I tuck them away into the back of my mind to remember later as I slide off the bench and kneel at his side. The heat practically pours off of him and my stomach sinks. Infection is setting in, as well as fever. I run my fingers through his hair, the back of my hand brushing against his forehead. My eyes squeeze shut as the extent of his wound just became more critical. He's practically burning.

"Renit?" I whisper. The wagon rocks back and forth after one of the wheels dipped into a puddle and I brace my hand against the splintered wood by his head.

Those silver eyes flutter open, dull and lifeless, and I try to put a smile on my face. "Hmm?" He grumbles from the back of his throat. Just like that, his eyes are closed again. His eyelids are dotted with sweat beads.

"You need to stay awake," I say as gently as possible. Either he shakes his head or the wagon bumps over another pebble and rocks him back and forth. "We need to figure out what to do with your wound."

His chin dips forward and he takes a deep breath through his nose, one that comes up short. I want so desperately to cup his face in my hands and apologize for everything-all the little things I did to anger him on purpose. If I don't do that soon, it may be too late. I don't know how much longer he has left if they don't heal him.

I hold onto that last shred of hope. They have to, otherwise their mission is failed. And I'll never forgive Bren for letting the prince slip through my fingers because of an arrow wound after living three hundred years plus. Renit deserves a death more honorable than that.

"Take it out," he mumbles.

"What?" I lean in closer to his face to hear those whispered words and his eyes flutter open again, dark eyelashes rimming on red stains. Caked blood covers the side of his face, hidden near his ear. Either from him or the man I killed during the ambush. Those minutes were a blur, minutes I wish I could have back.

I should have taken that arrow.

He forces himself to swallow, a dry, shaken sounds and says, "Take out the arrow."

CHAPTER ONE PREVIEW: END

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