THE NAUVREE
Dimurah came down the stairs. Her hand clinging to Savage Jack’s as he walked behind her. Staring at the back of her head. Face unreadable as always.
What happened?
What is he thinking?
Rhyers took in the sight of them and shook his head. “I will never understand romance.” He blinked in bafflement.
“I don’t think that’s romance.” The Nauvree tossed a quick look over his shoulder back at the couple who soundlessly walked behind them. Their heads lowered as they were both lost in thought. Dimurah still leading Savage like a woman with a pup on a rope.
What in Ardae?
“I’ll go have some dinner prepared.” Rhyers walked away. “Can you take them to the Dining Hall, and I’ll have some refreshments sent in.”
The Nauvree nodded. Butler for a day. He thought ruefully.
The Nauvree waved over his shoulder and they followed demurely as he took them a couple room
THE NAUVREE You’re a terrible liar! The Nauvree realized staring at the Forever Knight tracker in appall. Rhyers! Now when he needed his brethren’s support to extract him from the middle of this lover’s quarrel, Rhyers’ ingenious faculties failed? The Nauvree’s eyes narrowed on the other man. How can you be a spy and be that bad of a liar? Rhyers shrugged and waved his hands helplessly. Savage Jack finally withdrew his hand. He doesn’t want me to leave him alone with her. The Nauvree realized, feeling a quick pang of guilt for leaving a brother in need. The Nauvree tossed him a sympathetic glance before striding from the room in pace with Rhyers. “Why are you upset with me?” His tone was icy. What does he feel when she rants at him? The Nauvree wondered, not for the first time. “Because you never share anything with me! You know this is the divide bet
Home. That was how Savage saw the Blue Lark anymore. Especially when she’s there. He looked across the carriage at the woman he’d so dearly missed for this long month. The longest we’ve ever been apart. She was sleeping. Her head lolling limply as the wheels turned through the rough terrain of Dread Country. She rested soundly. She’s exhausted. He felt the hint of guilt for being the reason she was so tired. Though he’d never admit to her, he knew how she worried about him when he was away. And how I worry for her. Knowing she was in the Guild surrounded by assassins should terrify him but at this point, it felt like the safest place she could be. Though that wasn’t what he’d thought a month ago. Though that was before they promised to help me. Redbayne and The Nauvree had both vowed that they’d conduct frequent checks at the Blue Lark
The guard Queen Riaura had spoken to, re-entered the Nightway bailey and conferred with his Captain in low voices while the Queen peered out the window slit to watch the interchange. Explaining to his leader that the queen suspected the interloper was there to try to negotiate the release of the Nauvree, whom she was holding captive in a chamber on the third level. “What’s your name?” One of the King’s Guardsmen, backed by the Captain of the Guard approached the man. Demanding an answer. “Jaxson.” He grinned lazily. Riaura’s breath stilled, and she lurched out the window slit to scream into the bailey. “Kill him! Kill him now!” “He’s unarmed, Your Highness!” The Captain shouted back. Shock written over his face that she’d want an unarmed man slaughtered in their bailey. “He won’t be! I know who he is. Kill him!” She shrieked furiously in her panic. The man lifted his hands showing he held no weapon and tilted his head. Blue eyes pierci
Making him yelp before he swung around the tree. The next two dropped, aiming their wings along their sides to drop like rockets. Before he could move from their path, they hit him from two different directions. Sending him careening from the trees. Spinning until his head aimed at the ground. He managed to tuck his head and land on his shoulders and back. Grunting at the impact. Snakes immediately sunk in venomous teeth. He grimaced against it. Feeling his gaze blur. He climbed to his feet shaking his head. “Fine beast ye are…” She cooed. Reaching to caress his chin. “If you’re intending to draw a blade on me, please do so…” He invited. Not seeing one anywhere on her at a glance. Blinking against his blurred vision. She outstretched her arms as she turned. “I ‘aven’t one on me.” She turned. Displaying her arms. As she turned a slow circle. “Hard ta ta’e a blade from an unarm woman, aye? Me know ye Code, Savage Jack.” She lisped. His gaze flit
Savage woke slowly to a warm touch on his forehead. A cooling rag dabbing his face.Reflexively his grip snapped up to clutch the woman’s wrist.The woman hissed in response and for a moment he thought he felt the skin in his grip going rough. Turning brown?“Dimurah?” He asked.“Elsabet.” She corrected acidly.He blinked slowly. “Who are you?” He tried to lean up, but his weak neck wouldn’t obey his commands.“Currently, your nursemaid.”He released his grip on her. His hand falling.“When were you born?” She asked carefully. Hesitating with the rag as she awaited his answer.“1694.”Why is that relevant?“Why?”“Some things a woman just knows.” She said cryptically.“Huh.” He grunted.Days went by. With the strange woman caressing a cooling palm over his forehead. Washing and bandaging his wounds.He heard her shouting for more wraps for his wounds and RedBayn
Some things a woman just knows. She’d spoke. Now he knew what she’d meant. Savage’s lips tightened. “My mother told me she had an affair. And he knew nothing of me.” “I did not!” Bast proclaimed. “All this time…King of the Blue Lark, and I’d no idea…” “You do now.” Savage shrugged. Unwilling to engage in some emotional moment. He turned and headed for the door. “I’ve a woman I must get back to.” Bast’s brows lifted in interest. “I’d like to get to know you, Boy.” “Start by knowing, no one calls me boy.” “Fair.” Bast straightened. Restraining himself from approaching. “I’m not an easy man to know.” “I wish to just the same…” “You know where to find me.” Savage shrugged. “How do I get there from here.” “This is a secret place.” “I keep secrets well.” Sebastian gave him a long study and was convinced no amount of torture would wrench something from this stubborn man’s lips if he wer
“What do you suppose his name really is?” Bast pondered aloud. “No idea.” She stood on the steps. Tilting her head to peer up the stairs over her shoulder. “Redbayne!” He stepped from the corner at the top of the stairs. Thick arms crossed over the expanse of his chest. “Yes?” She sensed him lurking there. I’d thought he left. “You were listening in?” Bast scowled. “Ever delicious word!” Redbayne said unabashedly. “Quite the gossip, truly.” Bast looked displeased. Elsabet didn’t miss a beat. “Do you know his real name.” “Jaxson.” Mardichi supplied. “Not sure of anything else.” “Jaxson Ocnomad.” Bast murmured. “I dunnot think he’d ever accept tha’ name.” Redbayne blanched. “Ye’d ‘ave better luck settin’ the sun than gettin’ ‘im ta do anythin’ he’s not of a mind ta.” What does he want? Bast wondered. “He’s the one that’s been after my taverns all these years.” Bast said. “
Dread Hideout SAVAGE JAXSON Beaten and with a bad injury to one knee, Rhyers had moved slow. Until Savage slung one of Rhyers’ arms over his shoulders and helped him walk the winding road to the Blue Lark. “Can we say we’re even?” Rhyers gave him a wink. Savage tilted his head in acknowledgement. “I owed you for saving that which is most precious to me.” Rhyers’ expression changed. “She means that much to you?” Absolutely. He thought I was as black-hearted as everyone else says. Savage wasn’t particularly surprised. “She does.” He said off-handedly. “Had you not shown up and soundly slaughtered both the advisor and the pugilist, I doubt there’d be much of me for my brothers to salvage.” “But the creature got away.” Savage grumbled. The pasty white thing running on all fours. Unsettling little bastard. Savage recalled gl
“Too far!” Rhyers intervened. Coming from the lower parlor to step before Savage. Clearly furious. But Savage’s eyes were locked on Bast who’d clearly deflated at the words. His hand gripping the railing next to him, shook slightly. Drawing Savage’s keen eye. He could see the fury written over the green-eyed tracker who looked ready to do battle in Sebastian’s defense. I needed to see. Savage stomped down the slight pang rising through him. How does this news really effect him? Savage was watching Sebastian carefully. Bast looked unsteady. Color drained from his tanned skin, and he looked prepared to vomit. “It was my fault.” The words were barely audible, but Savage heard them. “What did you do?” “My magic bound her when our daughter needed her.” “Sounded like there would’ve been too many for her to take on anyway.” “There were!” Rhyers spat. Angry at Savage as he turned to lead Bast t
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country Savage was standing, still as a statue, in the shadowed foyer of WaterRose when Sebastian came down the steps. Gaze on the stairs, he wasn’t paying any attention until he glanced up and spotted Savage’s shadowed face and stopped midway down. “Jaxson?” Sebastian echoed that quiet stance. Like a buck posed in the morning light. Deciding if there was a threat at hand. The Kill Beads in Savage’s hair clinked as he looked up at him. “Nobody calls me that.” Most don’t even know it. How’d he find out? RedBayne or the Nauvree. He sussed out. Didn’t take much to guess that. “What would you have me call you?” Sebastian asked kindly. Savage was momentarily taken aback. It had been a long time since someone had asked him that. Since Chavias, to be specific. “It’s fine.” Savage would never have admitted it, but it w
“How was your night?” He queried. Couldn’t have been too bad. I smelled no blood or Cimmerii. Nor did I hear any unusual ruckus. And he’d been listening. “Not bad.” She slid her undergarments down her milky white legs. And crawled under his coverlet next to him. “How was the last fortnight?” “You know well it was fine. I had a minor argument.” “And?” He leaned up to look at her. How’d that go? “Your bodyguard handled it.” He explained. Phalanx. Of course, he did. Savage relaxed. “And the bartering?” “Shut up, Jax.” She slid atop him. Palms and breasts pressed to his chest. Her legs outside his. Her mouth brushing along one side of his jaw before moving on to the other as she trailed sensual little kisses along it. “Make love to me.” Absolutely! He lurched up and caught her in a vise grip. His mouth consuming hers as his tongue engaged in the wild dance with her
Why? “From whom?” “Your father.” The elf said before ducking back into the tower. Sebastian Bodane. “He’s not-” Savage objected reflexively. Maybe he is. I’ve no idea. He opted for silencing. Rotating he headed for the elaborately vined double doors, entering into the castle foyer. He entered the cold structure and immediately felt it was different. Eerily silent, darker and far less welcome than it had been before. He suspected it was all for the same reason. He paused looking around and saw not a single candle burned on the base or second floor. Candles in the sconces long cold. “He’s not here.” The feminine voice wafted down from the hall of the second floor. Savage looked up. Eyes glowing gold around the pupil. Luminescing in the dark so he could see. It’s her. The healer. “I’m not here for him.” Not this time anyway. Perhaps I’ll return another day to
“But only Dreads float. Or demons. Or well, nothing good!” Phalanx added despite his vow not to discuss it further. “I wasn’t floating.” “But I saw you!” “I was flying. With her.” “Well,” Phalanx tossed his arms. Saying in a hushed voice. “suddenly that makes it okay then!” Savage gave him a sideways glance. Indicating he was getting annoyed. I should’ve heard him coming. “What exactly are you two doing?” Phalanx slowly turned to face the man confronting them. Savage rotated reflexively and snapped his head to meet the stranger’s blue-eyed glare. Who is he? Savage had never seen this one before. But he could instantly tell by the colored lights surrounding this man that he was one of them. He’s a Forever Knight. He’s with them. A quiet one. I thought only the Tracker could sneak up on me. “I came to see why he’s gathering you all here. What you’re prote
“Dimurah?” “Yes?” She blinked those pretty blue eyes at him. “If you’re going to ask me for something, there’s no need for flattery.” “I’m not, actually.” She sighed. “I just miss you when you’re gone.” “But you hate when I’m here.” “I do hate when you’re here.” She admitted. “I never know who you’re going to kill or when. Or what it’s going to do to my business.” He tilted his head in acknowledgement. She’s not wrong. I never know who or when I’m going to kill. “Should we go fly?” “We?” She gave him a chastising look. “I think you mean me.” “Do I?” Savage dressed. Putting back on his sleeveless padded tunic and black breeches and tugging on his boots before helping her do the laces on her green dress. Once she was clothed she caught his hand and began tugging him behind her. “This way.” “I know the way, Murah.” He laughed. But she was jogging. Pulling hi
Giving Delacourt a swat that sent him to the stable where the stable boy would recognize him and properly tend him, Savage made his way straight to the pond. Circling around to the part where very few people went, he shucked his clothes and entered the water. The chilly bite of the water was a relief today instead of a startle. Pleasantly cool on my hot skin. “You’re back.” He popped his head up and saw Dimurah standing at the edge of the water. Her arms crossed. “What are you doing up so early?” She likes to sleep in since the alehouse runs late into the night. “How else do you suppose I bathe in this guild?” She gave him a half smile. “We’ve bathed together many times in the afternoon.” “Yes. When you’re here we can bathe anytime during the day and no one would bother us.” He frowned at the logic in it. “So, when you’re alone you come early?” She nodded. How many times has
“I’m so hungry. And I’m angry…” Samuel said as if considering the same thing himself. “But my friend…” The Tracker? “He likely won’t be your friend now, I’m afraid.” “I’m afraid of that too.” Samuel swayed backward and forward. But the Tracker can handle this mess for himself. Savage saw no danger to the girl as this man would have his most volatile reaction when he neared a Forever Knight. And if he was right and that was precisely where he was heading, both Samuel Marshall and Rhyers would soon be discover what Samuel was and if he was capable of fighting it. Unlikely. He’ll instinctively be driven to kill Rhyers. Well, he’s healed enough to defend himself. Savage shrugged and stepped from the man’s path. Not my problem. But Savage caught another smell. A more potent stink of rot intermingled with the sweaty smell of all the animals that had come to the river for drink. He
Phalanx and the Seditious were partway across the glen but had begun to slow at the sight. There were shouts of objection and yelled threats. Savage’s gaze was fixated on Danbury who leisurely lifted the sword and hooked it under Savage’s throat. Notching his chin higher as he pressed the tip into Savage’s chorded throat. Savage felt the quick bite but was unblinking. “It’s a shame I can’t gut you here. After all you’ve done, it’d be the least warranted.” Danbury said in an enraged voice. Nearly shaking with the desire. You’re too afraid of Radix. Coward. Savage gave him a lopsided grin. Archers had climbed from the second carriage and more paid guard from the third. They all circled around him. Weapons at the ready. “Now whose outmanned?” Danbury taunted. “We shall see.” Savage said emotionlessly. It has yet to be determined. “Yea. We shall.” Danbury gloated as he sheathed his short sword and pulled h