Reive felt like the worst kind of scoundrel, bursting into the bathroom of a helpless naked girl. Just to embarrass her. Just for the fun of it.
What had he become? This was unheard of discourtesy for a high-blooded earl. However, he couldn’t help himself. Angelina attracted him like a magnet.
This was an indirect result of him spending seven hundred years without a woman.
Reive tried to convince himself that was the reason. Actually, it wasn’t.
The necromancer went into the little bathroom and purposely closed the door loudly behind himself. His pulse was racing, like it did before a good fight.
What the draugr was he doing? What he wanted was still impossible for him anyway. He had to wait. Not only because the little one hadn’t had any men yet but because of another extremely important reason that had become obvious only a couple of minutes ago.
Something he hadn’t understood for such a long time became clear
I didn’t have time to take fright. I only felt the necromancer’s strong hands hold me in his embrace. I felt the fine dizzying scent of his body, enfolding me like soft wings. I heard his heartbeat. Strong and fast.Then, all my magic receptors, if I had any, cried out of danger. I sensed the Dark very poorly. My anarel was almost empty, and I couldn’t fill it, and yet only someone completely devoid of the gift wouldn’t be able to see what was happening around us.A dark whirlwind spun around us, and I stopped feeling the ground under my feet. I clung to the necromancer tightly, feeling my heart jump out of my throat.In response, Reive gently drew me close against him, and yet it seemed to me I felt only worse. My mouth was dry, and, somewhere beneath my stomach, a red-hot snake coiled upwards, increasing the tension.A wave of shivers ran down my spine.“Relax,” the necromancer whispered in su
Reive couldn’t believe his eyes. He had been aching with the desire to bring Angelina to the Twilight world but now he didn’t have any idea what to do next. All his suspicions were confirmed. The girl had inherited the golden blood.As soon as they had appeared here, everything had become clear. In the world of dark gods, a necromancer’s anarel pulsates, ready to make full use of the ever present Dark. But the opposite effect applies to mages whose energy source was fainter than black. Their own magic began to maintain their energy, while the Dark slowly sucked life out of them.Only a necromancer could walk freely around the Twilight. For others, this place became a huge leech which sooner or later would suck out all their blood. It was just a matter of time.With Angelina, everything turned out quite interestingly. Her necromantic powers had increased many times, but the black anarel inside her chest had started to flash a bright green-
How? How did we get here? The huge palace was too far out. Now, they were standing by its entrance. The high wall and the moat-bridge now lowered in welcome. The wide Arch of Blood that would only allow in guests with a noble’s insignia.Could we get in there today? Right now?I cast a nervous look at my outfit. Of course, in my dress by the best tailor of Ihordarrine, I looked good enough for anyone to take me for a high-born noble. However, for some reason, that didn’t bolster my self-assurance.“Reive, how should we prepare or dress up...”The necromancer eyed me up and down skeptically.“Looks like you aren’t naked.” Then, he examined himself the same way and added, “Me either.” There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes again. Then he took me by the arm, signing to the zombie to follow us, and said, “That means everything’s okay. So, my dear fiancée, I think it’s h
"Firel. My castle. My blood...”The dark stone castle rose in front of Reive. It was shining in the sun. At the same time, it seemed to be absorbing the sunlight, its stone able to concentrate the Dark within itself. No, not to accumulate it. Incredible efforts would have been needed to do that. It was impossible to create something of such a size, but many years ago, the Undead King had created something else.The stones of this huge complex were enchanted to such a degree that Firel compelled all the surrounding Dark to flow slowly into its walls. It attracted the Dark, allowing the magic to freely circulate inside the castle. As a result, any necromancer who happened to be within the walls of the castle, found his own power significantly intensified.Of course, it wouldn’t make a strong necromancer out of an ordinary man or return to Reive his former power. But within the walls of his own home, it was much easier for the Undead King to work
Reive raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what was going on. However, when the groom walked away, she came up to him, standing on tiptoe, holding her breath. Turning his head, the necromancer’s glance fixed on the high breast peeping appetizingly from the décolleté. As if Angelina was pressing more closely against him on purpose, until her lips reached his ear. By this time, Reive was ready to go down to the depths of Twilight, if he could be there alone with Angelina. If he could tear her away from outside eyes and cover every inch of her body with kisses to die for. He was eager to kiss her soft, smooth skin, her moist hot lips that right now touched his earlobe as if by accident. The necromancer closed his eyes and exhaled sharply, trying to concentrate and not pay attention to the feverish hammering in his temples. Angelina was trying to tell him something. “I don’t know how to ride, Reive,” she whispered. Her breath scorched him. She
I felt incredibly well. A fresh breeze blew on my skin; and even cooled my over-heated head a little. Reive was sitting behind me, and I felt how he was almost hugging me. I felt his hands, chest and hips. I even felt his breath at times when the wind hushed and the horse seemed to walk on by itself. I didn’t turn round to check but, if I closed my eyes, I could imagine him lowering his head to my neck. I felt his lips pause just an inch from my shoulder.Nonsense. Nevertheless, I wanted to believe it.The afternoon had already passed, and the sun had begun to edge towards the horizon. Reive rode beyond the fortress wall, but not through the main gates. He chose quite a different way.It seemed strange that, as an earl, he didn’t know the heraldry and genealogy of his family very well. It could partly be explained by having secluded himself somewhere in the depths of the country and by the peculiarities typical of any necromancer. However, something
“Why cows? Though there’s nothing terrible about that.”“Don’t talk nonsense. Who needs healers?” Reive knit his brows, popping another grape into his mouth. “No power, no intellect, no imagination.”There was so much poison in his voice I straightaway wanted to argue with him. But I was watching his lips almost without looking away. I watched him bite on another berry and then lick his lips.Sweet lips that can kiss so hotly...Damn it.What was he saying?“Healers save people,” I muttered hesitantly. “And necromancers deal only with the undead.”Reive pursed his lips.“And what would a healer do if a hungry undead attacked his wife in the middle of the night? Or if a burglar ready to cut your throat for a piece of bread gets into your house? Or if...”“I got it, Reive,” I interrupted him, waving my hand. “But what abou
He felt giddy. His muscles were aching like a wolf who’d been chasing prey half the night but still hadn’t caught any. His palms still felt the softness of the young girl’s skin, his body tensing and feeling a burning need to touch her again. To have her cuddle up against him. Hot. Shuddering from his conscious, careful movements.Reive wasn’t going to act hastily. He wasn’t going to lay her out on the grass and cruelly take her right away. That was no longer his plan. He wanted to… touch her.His hands moved by themselves. As soon as she came close, he quickly lost all control.He could explain why. He could understand the reason, but he couldn’t control himself.It was a good thing that Jeff Rinelon, the owner of the tailor shop, had arrived in the nick of time before the necromancer finally lost his head.Reive got to his feet, pulling the blushing girl along with him. Angelina was adjust