Savage entered Winter’s Haven. Damn grateful to be back from his miserable venture.His eyes automatically finding Dimurah working behind the counter.And there she is.The view never grew old. Her cloud of red hair crept from the green hood and the mud smearing her face did little to hide the beauty of it, once one knew it was there. Her soft blue eyes were moving beneath the counter looking for her next tankard and assessing the remaining inventory.She hadn’t yet noticed his presence in her alehouse.He was damn happy to see her. Despite that he suspected she’d still be angry with him for not telling her where he was going before he left nor allowing his assassing to obey her.She always is.Savage was excited to have a seat and relax and exchange some banter with his favorite little barmaid, especially after discovering that the Nauvree was betraying him.Killing my assassins behind my back.Why?It was quite a shame to discover it. I’d thought the Nauvree was one of the few here
********************************“My name is Acel Jaxson, Savage Jack. I’m assassin, killer, warrior. I kill without blinking. Man or woman. My code is simple. Don’t betray me or I’ll kill you.Only one betrays me and lives. In a world where I’m King, she is Queen. But she intends to never be mine. She doesn’t realize she already is…”********************************REDBAYNE“I don’t know what you’re implying.” Dimurah was nearly hissing at RedBayne. Disliking the large, red haired barbarian more by the minute. Purely for implying she needed Savage to maintain her stature in the Blue Lark.Hating it more because she knew it was true.“Ye know full well, what I’m saying. Have ye any idea what tha’ vile creature was sitting at the counter thinkin’?”“I’m no mind reader.”Well, fortunately for you someone must be. Because he heard what that creature wanted to do to you.“Well, ‘twas apparent tha’ creature ‘ad plans for ye…Unpleasant un’s.”“For me?”“Yea, Barter Queen.” He shook his hea
Savage was not wrong. Once he caught her waist and hoisted her atop one of the ale barrels he was able to meet her gaze, holding her motionless as he palmed her thighs and slid her skirt up with his wrists as his hands glided over her smooth flesh.“Savage...” She pleaded.Keeping her gaze, he slowly shook his head. Telling her he’d be merciless.He’d watched her lock up the alehouse and knew it was now fully abandoned, shutters locked. He stripped his little wraith of her pretty blue dress and immediately began molding her familiar body with his hands. Cherishing every curve in smooth caresses. Admiring the way she soon squirmed with need under his ministrations.But he was unwilling to sate her just yet. Letting his touch torment, her for far longer than he normally would’ve. Watching the pained expressions crossing her face as she finally surrendered to his touch. Thrusting her body toward him and wrapping her bare legs around his hips as she pleaded for him to fill her.He gave a
It was late that evening when Savage decided to risk entering the alehouse. To his surprise it was relatively empty.Good. I didn’t want snooping ears anyway.He walked to the counter and stopped to give the men there a slow study. He didn’t have to say a word for them all to scatter. Abandoning the counter entirely.He took the seat directly in-front of Dimurah. So. she can’t avoid me, no matter how angry she is.“What do you want?”“A tankard to start with.” He sighed.Her eyes narrowed as she awaited some humiliating declaration.But he made none.Not tonight.She slapped the drink down in-front of him.But it wasn’t ale. It was her Sleep Duster tea.She knew I didn’t sleep.If she only knew the truth...He picked up the wooden spoon she proffered and began lightly stirring the tea.She leaned across the counter.Ready to fight.***“It wasn’t one day, Murah.” He sighed. Stirring his drink thoughtfully. Reluctant to recall what he’d seen.Her suffering.The trader had been dragging
Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling BorderCHAVIASGarix Trembath walked into Radix’s Peak Mountain lair. Striding straight to Radix’s personal chambers. Noni’s flocking at his heels.What’s he doing? Chavias’ hands wrapped the square black bars, and he pushed his face sideways against them to see down the stone passageway. The smell of sulfur and waste wafted up from the lower dungeons. There was a bone deep chill down here today, that even Chavias could feel.“What is it?” Radix asked snippily.Clearly discontented at the intrusion.“I bring you word of the Rebels.”The Rebels? Of Nightway? Chavias had heard bits and pieces about them but they were a newer development since his slavery.“Oh?”“I’ve found a new leader.” Garix said.That’s a shame. Garix seems to be as good a man as any to lead.“You are the leader. I like it that way.” Radix’s voice was somewhat harsh.“He does well leading them.” Garix explained dismissively. “Seems to be positively lethal.” Garix moved around
Lord Danbury, the man that had been raiding the Princess of Nightway’s realm to feed MidGale City, and inconveniencing The Nauvree in the process, looked up at the man who hadn’t blinked during the interchange.Savage sat quietly watching them. Not reacting, though clearly close enough to hear.He was young. Blonde hair twisted into braids near his face with wood beads strung in them.Kill beads. Each engraved with a kill he was proud of.He wore a sleeveless black leather tunic with gold embroidering down the center and black hide pants tucked into dusty boots. As Danbury looked at him, he leaned his head back, making the beads click together, as he peered haughtily down at Danbury.“What do you want?” Danbury called.Seeing they’d drive no further, he dropped from the tree and landed smoothly in the road. Step half feral as he strode to the carriage with a smirk.“Are you trying to get killed, Boy?”“Oh, I’m no Boy.” He stepped before Danbury with a grin.And I don’t appreciate bein
“He’s my friend.” She begged. “He works for me. Don’t…”I know what he is.“Joe!”Young Joe turned apprehensively to face the inevitable consequence imposingly glaring at him.“Outside!” Savage commanded.Now.“Don’t kill him.” Dimurah implored. Clinging to Savage’s tunic.Blue eyes flicked to hers. Giving her a steady stare. You know better…“Don’t…” She whimpered.Joe walked past Savage and out the door with all the despondency of a man preparing for the noose.Savage rotated on his heel and followed him out.***“What’ve you done, Joe?”You slapped her.“I-I don’t-I didn’t…I’m a damn fool!” He whined.Would you have still realized it without me here? He doubted it.“Yes, Joe. You are. You know my rules.” Savage’s voice was low. Cold.“Yes, Savage Jack.”“Why are you breaking them?” Savage walked a slow circle around the muscled young man. Eyeing him assessingly.Was this intended as a challenge?“I-I…Meant no insult.”No, you didn’t. He assessed.“You touched Dimurah.”“I forgot sh
The Nauvree was still sipping at Dimurah’s Sleep Duster. Guaranteed to wash away a heavy night of drink as he eyed her. Expecting an answer as to why she was holding Savage to account for all the same things he’d been doing for many years.He’d just asked what the real reason she was so upset with Savage was.“For no reason!” She added angrily. Unwilling to tell him something so intimate.“You know that’s not true.” Nauvree chided. Seeing through her attitude. But willing to let the subject drop. However, he added. “He had reason.”The Nauvree eyed her stomping back and forth behind the counter. Despite her varying looks, she sometimes reminded him very much of Riaura in temperament.“Sometimes, your endearing blindness can be quite irritating. Even to me. I can only imagine how poor Savage feels about it.“I am not his property!”“He wasn’t marking you his property.”She paused to arch a red brow. “Oh? Wasn’t he?” Her lip twitched in annoyance. “Isn’t he always declaring that I’m his