Excerpt: No Strings Attached

As soon as his feet hit the ground he was running. He’d always been a runner, the type of person who tried to avoid trouble at all costs. But no matter how much he ran, it always managed to find him. In the past few years, he’d had enough of it to last him a lifetime. He was no longer the scared, clueless boy he’d been when he arrived at Thales. He now knew his namesake and his past, and perhaps even his future. Somehow it didn’t seem to be enough.

A freshly reopened cut was bleeding on his face, blurring his vision and marking his path with a liquid as dark as the crimson flags that billowed in the wind on either side of him. His jaw was set and clenched tight, an unfamiliar look to his still youthful face. What he’d seen in this world full of half truths and lies had awoken him to a new uncaring nature and hardened him into the knight that he’d tried so hard not to become. His feet pounded to the rapid beating of his heart, one hand going to the dagger at his belt as the sound of pursuit reached his ears....