“Yes.” Bast acknowledged that he believed it was Caliso relaying the messages to Elsabet. “She says he is where the tree pods are yellowing.” They were talking about Raese, the missing Forever Knight. And his mate. The woman which, as far as they could tell was either dead or bound outside the realms of time. Something she could do to others... “The Isle.” Deragan filled in. Knowing that the many wooded forests littering the inner sanctum of the island tended to have yellow pods this time of year. “Or the Paladines.” “So, who goes to the Paladines?” Deragan asked. Knowing they needed to have people searching both directions if they wanted to have a chance of finding Raese. “Rhyers is. I thought perhaps you might join me?” Deragan looked him over thoughtfully. “You have not checked the Isle for her in some time. She may be there.” “She’s not. She’ll be closer to here.” “It’s not good for you to sit here. Wasting years until her next reincarnation.” “It is what I do.” Deragan
Outskirts of LandingTown, Igonox Sebastian and Deragan now watched the cottage on the outskirts of Landingtown. Where they’d trailed the boy’s scent to. Bast glanced up gratefully when Lucien arrived. “We need a plan.” Lucien knelt next to them to peer over a pile of logs. Looking to his right and assessing the trees and the number of huts. He checked his left. His eyes worked down the road ahead of them. Moving methodically over the threats and possible directions. Inspecting each hut in detail and tuning into the sounds emerging from each. “How many?” Lucien asked. “I’ve no idea.” Bast eyed him askance. “How would I know that?” He glanced at The Alpha crouched next to him. “Would you know that?” “He’s talking to me.” Both Deragan and Bast jumped at the sound of Rhyers’ voice from directly behind them. “I hate when you do that.” Even The Alpha was annoyed with his silent movements tonight. “We can’t hear you at all.” Bast twisted to glower at him. “He was at the castle.” Lu
“They’re coming!” Lucien shouted from behind the cottage. Mardichi stood up clutching his stomach as he moved shoulder to shoulder with Deragan again. Groaning in dread as he looked at the well-built wall. Bast caught the boy’s arm. “No!” The woman jumped up from the corner. “I wasn’t done with him!” She tried to lunge at them weakly, but Bast palmed her face with his hurt arm and shoved her back with as much force as he could muster in that side of his body. He dragged the running boy behind him. Reminding himself to slow enough he could keep up. He shifted the boy to hang onto his hurt arm so he could clutch the wound closed with his other hand. Trying to stem the bleeding. “Ye’re wounded!” The boy cried. “Hang onto me.” Bast barked as the two men before them splintered the back wall. Making an opening Bast and the boy jumped through. Running behind them. Rhyers and Lucien fell back to flank the boy, keeping him in the middle. They reached the NetherRunnel and hid in the trees
DERAGAN Everything quieted when Deragan entered WaterRose. Even the elves that worked there silenced. Elengard came from the kitchens, sensing the Alpha’s presence. “Hello, Captain.” “Hello, Elengard.” He said a bit softly. “Do you need anything, Sir before I ready your chamber?” “No, Elengard. I just need to know where the valkyrie is.” “Elsabet? I believe she was in Sebastian’s chamber last I saw.” “Truly?” Deragan lifted a raven black brow. “She stays there when he’s sick. I don’t think she’s slept since he was injured.” “Does he know that?” Elengard shook her head. “I don’t think so. She’d never tell him.” Elengard hesitated than looked away. “What is it?” He prompted. “I wanted to ask...” “Ask.” “Did he call you here?” “Of course, he did.” Elengard gave a long-suffering sigh. Knowing that he’d only have summoned the Alpha to keep Elsabet in WaterRose. “I’d agree.” Deragan said. The hint of humor brightening his eyes. “I feel like a disapproving mother.” She co
By the afternoon of the second day, Sebastian was feeling much improved. He awoke. Rolling his shoulder with a hand atop to keep it steady. He could still feel the indents where teeth had sunk in and nearly tore him in half. But he was healed. And the venom he’d expected would have him in a shroud of pain for a fortnight, seemed absent. But his magic was weak. And already he could feel that his tether on Elsabet had broken. He moved his hand around his wrist and felt nothing. It’s gone. How long has it been gone? His first thought was climbing to his feet to find her. Is she still here? He sent energy surging through the halls like fingers looking to touch her energy. He fumbled from his bed and out into the hall. Leaning heavily against the wall as he made his way to the top of the stairs. Calling over the railing. “Elsabet?” “What?” She emerged from the Library to peer up at him. Breathing agonizingly, he slumped over the rail in relief. “You’re still here.” “I was talki
She refused to even glance his way. He could see the concentrated effort it took. You’re trying like hell not to. A half smile pulled at his lips. She kept her eyes defiantly away from him. Intently looking everywhere around the barn but at him. “I’ve been repairing the bailey walls to keep the flood room from deepening, this morn.” He admitted. Relenting. Taking pity on her fierce pride. “Is that why you’re so dirty?” He tilted his head at her. “If it bothers you, come clean me off.” He quirked a brow as he unfolded from against the wall. The mere idea already had his abdomen tightening. Brows lowering, she focused on ignoring his presence. And failing. I’m hard to ignore. *** Trying to hide his annoyance at her disregard, he asked. “Do you like my steed?” It took her a moment to realize he was not saying something perverse. Blinking hard she gladly averted her attention back to the beast. See? When my intentions aren’t bad it is you thinking wickedly. “He’s regal. Lik
“The library?” Sebastian queried. Guessing that’s where the Alpha would be. Rhyers nodded. The Fallen. Sebastian thought as he wandered downstairs. It was nigh time Bast went to work helping Deragan pour through the pages of the ancient records, Acharius, the Viking had been maintaining. She’s bound to be in one of her old haunts. Bast found several of the rolled lengths of parchment on the Fallen’s recent movements. He headed down the mountain toward Grier. Planning to run a line straight to the Dread Hideout. To Acharius. He can look for Radix’s newest lair while he’s at it. He’ll be delighted. Sebastian thought with wicked glee. Knowing how much Acharius hated pouring through the old documents. Despite that most would assume with his upbringing, Acharius would’ve had little culture, he’d experienced much in his countless years at sea. Visited numerous countries during his raids. It’d been he that mapped Ardae for them. Chronicling every location, they’d ever found the Falle
Lucien had relented and made love to the girl. He now knew that Radix must’ve scented Lucien on her. That’s why he targeted her. She smelled like me. He thought she was mated to a Knight. It’d taken the demon master very little time to strangle the girl, upon their return to the Ballroom. He’d used the seam of her own wrap and committed the cruelty behind a pillar in the Ballroom. I only lost track of him for a moment. A little voice in Lucien defended. But it was all the time Radix needed. Lucien rounded the corner in time to catch Radix tossing her skirts up over her face. A quick scrubbing from his clawed hands in the air and she was covered in purple bruises and deep lacerations on her exposed legs. Lucien gave a shout, to ward him off. But I was too late. The sound of his voice only drew others closer to the gruesome scene. Radix opened his mouth and the shrill shriek of a woman emerged. The same as he’d done to Mardichi back in England. Lucien stared at him, horrified.