Disseus winced as though she'd slapped him.
"You" He raged closing in again. "chose to marry that simpering weakling."
"Don't you bring Baron into this." She stuck a finger in his face.
Baron. A Weak name for a weak beast.
"You mean the man whose arms you ran to when you fled mine?" Disseus swatted her hand from his face.
"Yes." She hissed eyes narrowing. And small pointed chin jutting. "That Baron."
"The one that died from the loss of you because he was too weak" He said the word with his face contorted in disgust. "to come find you?"
So furious she was shaking, her lips tightened. "You don't know what you're talking about!"
"The devil I don't." Disseus snapped.
"I'd have torn Hell apart to find you." Disseus grated out. "Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me."
The things I'll have you doing.
Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her.
Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage.
"What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.
"Anything." She said levelly. Shoulders shaking and skin flushed with her seething rage.
"A heavy price indeed." He smiled evilly. "It'll be anything I ask, every eve as the sun sets." He challenged. Hoping both equally that she'd say yes and be turned over to him so easily. Or praying she'd refuse, and he could be done with her just as quickly.
"Which will it be, Woman?"
She paused. Lips tight as she thought it over.
Desperately wanting to say no. But knowing she can't if she wants any chance of me helping her.
Let's see how truly important this is to her.
She chewed her cheek and nodded hesitantly.
She can't refuse me, apparently. Not in this. Sensing it, made him smile.
***
Disseus spun and headed to the door.
"Stop! I Lonnix. Whatever you want...If you help."
She couldn't see Disseus smiling broadly as he gently pulled the door until the latch clicked. Rounding to face her with bitter joy on his face.
"What are you going to do." She watched him anxiously. "Beat me?"
"You'll wish I had when I'm done." He descended on her.
She stood fast. Refusing to back away.
Walking to her he swept his hands under the edges of the cloak and began sliding them up over her shoulder.
She caught his wrists and gave him a stern look.
His brows lifted pointedly. "I believe it is dark now?"
Her gaze flinched and she looked slightly fearful, but she hesitantly released his wrists and lowered her hands.
He plucked the laces of her cloak and let it drop. His hands immediately molded her upthrust breasts. Lifting them and testing their weight. He savored the look of her face flushing and the deep rage coursing through her eyes as his hands formed over her body mapping every inch of her flesh.
Around her mouth whitened and she didn't move.
"Mmm." He murmured. Feeling himself hardening. "The things I'm going to do to you."
He caught her shoulders and guided her back toward the rough cot. Stopping her at the edge so he could throw the blanket back.
Lightly pushing her back onto it.
She stared up at the ceiling. Her face written with anger.
He methodically unlaced his breeches. Staring her down. "Oh, no. You're not doing that. You're going to look at me. I'm going to watch every moment on your face."
She grimaced and didn't move. Her feelings warring on her face.
He nudged her thighs apart with his knees then lowered to a kneeling position. Catching her narrow hips and dragging her ass to the edge of the bed, he reached up and caught her bottom jaw. Pulling it down until her eyes met his.
Written with resentment.
"You'll get over it." He told her. Licking his fingertips and rubbing her opening until he felt her moisture.
"Disseus..." She pleaded.
He shook his head warningly. "Don't do that. You'll only be wasting your time."
He entered her, hard.
She gasped and her eyes snapped closed.
He pinched her jaw to get her attention. "Open your eyes."
Nim looked down the valley and finally saw at least part of what they had done, at the same moment the wind came up and the smell of smoke and rot filled her sinuses. The sticky sweet scent lingering there in a way that made her want to vomit. It clung to her throat. Only one thing could smell like that. Nierwae’s fortress had possessed that same horrendous odor. The scent of death and demons. A village in the distance emitted too much smoke to be from hut fires. There were spots of smoke in various directions that looked the same. Once they walked a bit down the hill, they came down the backside of the rise, she found the whole valley bottom was covered in bark like darkness. It looked like rotting tree roots with spots of pus and splitting boils. Twining over the ground. From this vantage point, it was apparent that the nearest village was abandoned. Long since, torn to shreds. “How long were you gone?” Disseus look
“Come.” Disseus caught the sleeve of Sebastian’s frilled shirt and pulled him along with him. Growing more certain by the moment, that if left alone, Sebastian would continue to taunt Teverius until the other man returned to take the bait. “If you wish to.” Sebastian didn’t seem to mind though. Stumbling along for a moment while laughing over his shoulder at Teverius. Bright turquoise eyes dancing. Then he focused on the group ahead of them. “I find your Bernus, a bit unpleasant.” Sebastian sobered, to comment. A man who clearly says whatever he’s thinking. It was a trait Disseus could appreciate. “We do as well.” Nim agreed. “Was he always like that?” “No.” Nim said. Surprising Disseus. “He was a nice child.” “Unfortunately, children grow up.” There was a sudden sadness in Sebastian’s voice. But before either Nim or Disseus could mention it, Sebastian walked a bit faster. Catching up to Lonnix and Almora.
“I told you,” She said softly. “I need higher assurance then yours, that we will get to live together in peace.” “Without First Water interference.” Disseus felt the need to clarify. “I’m coming.” Another stranger pushed through the fey guardians, and Trap, working his way to the front to peer across the clearing at the Forever Knight leader. “Alpha.” He lowered his head, covered in long white hair, in deference. “Marcus Teverius.” The alpha eased. Eyeing him. “You know these from the lower lands?” “I speak for their Netherland Region.” Teverius said, nodding. “I know their King well.” “He calls you, his King of the Netherlands, does he not?” The alpha clarified. More for the fey’s sake, than his own, obviously. Disseus had heard of the fey King of the Netherlands, though in all his travels, he’d never glimpsed the man. He wouldn’t have denied he was just as curious to watch everything unfolding, as all the re
Disseus’s and Nim’s gaze followed all the rest. Taking in the shadow under two huge trees. Generating massive amounts of power. “This must be the strangest morning...” Almora muttered. Wondering who this newest interloper could possibly be. “Who is that?” Lon pondered. “Ah, hell!” Trap, the other Harbinger, swore. Backing further into the crowd of fey guardians, in an effort to blend. Disseus recognized the blonde man sauntering into view, as the man that had helped heal Nim. The Forever Knight called Sebastian. A black-haired man emerged next to Sebastian. His face was an unreadable mask. Cutting blue eyes slid over the scene. He exuded authority and power unlike any Disseus had seen before. What is he? The way Sebastian eased a bit behind him, was telling. The dark hair is the leader. RedBayne was still grumbling profanity as he ambled out of the grove to join them
It was reasonable that Lon would mourn the death of all they’d built together. It had been Lonnix that had spread news of Disseus’s feats far and wide. Inspiring others to hire him. And keep our pockets fat with coin. It was Lonnix that built the name. “You keep it going.” Disseus suggested. “Most only dealt with you anyway.” They’d hardly know my face were I standing before them. “Nobody would believe that!” Lon cried in appall. “Talk to King Phalanx, he’ll back your story as a favor to me. Remind him how he became King of the Paladines.” Disseus gave him a stunned look. Disseus knew Lon had it in him to do the job. But at the very least, Phalanx would offer Lonnix a job or a new Ardae assassin to befriend. Lon had a cunning way about him that made him very personable. “Don’t fear yet.” Nim assured. “We’ve a bit before we must go.” “No.” Another voice interjected as Bernus
Disseus sat on that rock, holding Nealinim well into the night. Relieved and in awe to have all his joy back in his arms. What a strange journey it has been. She’d fallen asleep at some point. Lying on that rock with her head on his leg while he stroked her hair. Listening to the water and her soft breathing. As much as he yearned to make love to her. He wanted her to heal more. She needs her strength now more than ever. He heard a branch snap behind him and knew what he’d suspected for a while now. “How long have you been there.” “I’m a bit ashamed to admit, the whole time.” He rumbled from the shadows. His dark skin blending with the night darkness. Only the orange of his eyes glowed from the trees. “Why?” “You weren’t here when she wandered off.” Styx explained. “I was worried about her out here alone. Away from camp. Especially after all she’s been through.” “You as well.” Disseus reminded.