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Saving a Firoque Barmaid from Me
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Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling BorderCHAVIAS“Chavias…” Radix, the Demon Master’s crooning voice called through the cavernous lair like a dark wind.The former Forever Knight rose from his sparse cot and walked to the barred door of his prison cell. “What?”“You should know…” Radix teetered side to side, his arms outspread like a child mimicking flight. “I’ve found your boy.”“Savage?”“But of course…” Radix’s arms dropped to his side, and he gave a toothy, triumphant grin. Revealing his pointed teeth overlapping each other to close the jaws of a wolf trap.“And?” Chavias asked. Feigning boredom as he turned and wandered back to sit on the side of his cot. Eyeing the dank stone floor between his feet.“Libby is already there. I’d hazard a guess she’ll get a chunk out of him before he makes her.”“I wouldn’t bet on that.” Chavias lifted his dark head. Black hair and beard catching bits of meager light as did his gray eyes to make them glint maliciously. “He’s the instincts o
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He rounded to the back of the alehouse and saw Dimurah crossing the floating dock. Her green skirt flying as she drew near the back wall. Mounting her gelding near, the fortress’s back wall.She’d had someone ready her horse before she even stopped me. Savage’s eyes narrowed on her.The dark dress of the woman who ran behind her whipped in the wind. Dimurah pulling her arm to lead her.Dimurah smoothly mounted her gelding and pulled the other woman up behind her. That one turned to look back at him through eyes which turned black with a sparking orange rim.Demon eyes.There was another crash as the back door of Winter’s Haven slammed again.Dimurah’s bodyguards were pouring out the door behind her. Running for the front-gate.Two other men ran from the alehouse.She’d obviously summoned them all to help her.They’re going to meet her somewhere. But he didn’t have time to follow them.I need to get her away from the Firoque woman. Before the barmaid takes her straight to Radix, the De
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Savage figured it’d be a long time before she spoke to him again. If at all.He drew a steadying breath. Scooting backward until his back rested against a tree trunk. Knees drawn to his chest as he eyed the onyx blade he twirled between his fingers.A Cimmerii blade.Savage had found it tucked in the cimmerii woman’s skirts. Already unsheathed as she rested inches from Dimurah’s back. That left a bitter taste in his mouth.He recognized such a weapon. From Radix’s armory. Savage toyed with it. Recalling its sharpness. Remembering how they were both fierce and delicate.Like her. His eyes slid back to Dimurah.He asked himself how much he’d do for her. No answer came. And he realized that it was because there was no limit. I’d do anything for her.Another man walked over and slid down the trunk in a different direction. “You were right. That’s all of them.”Phalanx.“They didn’t even wake.” Chavias gestured to the bodyguards sleeping soundly in a circle around her. Somewhat disappointe
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Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling Border RADIX MALORUM “Leige?” Okine rushed into Radix’s den. “Yes?” Radix turned from the stone board laid out before him. Eyeing the pieces depicting kings and queens he already had in place throughout the country. His hands were linked behind his back. But he turned quickly enough that his worn gray robes whirled around him. Okine shrank a little as the Demon Master’s black eyes levelled on him. “There word Savage Boy leave woman unprotected.” “In the Guild?” “Yes, Leige.” “Send men to destroy her.” Radix began a slow toothy grin. His lips peeling too far up his face as he did. His eyes tingeing in the orange that revealed his true nature. Okine lowered his head in deference. Backing from the room as if even he was afraid to fully turn his back on his master. Further down the cavern halls, Chavias was pressed to the doo
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Adrea sent Joe in. But he still favored his crippled arm and was extraordinarily little help with anything other than clearing soiled tables. Somehow, Dimurah endured the evening. After carefully persuading the assassins out of Winter’s Haven for the night, she turned the lock with a relieved breath. But when she spun to put her back to the door, she was horrified to see three men had crept in the back door and now wove around the counter. Heading for her purposefully. “Stop!” She shouted. Lifting a staying hand. Acting as though they didn’t hear her, they descended. Faces dark and mouths slack with drink. She realized the danger she was in, but it was too late. She’d locked herself in. Twirling, she tried to flip the lock. But one man grabbed her ankles and flipped them out from under her. Making her land roughly on her stomach. Tossing her arms up to protect her face. He slid her back. Dragging her to the middle of the floor.
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Dimurah felt the warmth of morning sunlight heating the cloth walls of the structure. “Yes, we’re in my tent.” He dismissed before she could rail at him for some alleged advances. “I’m glad.” She surprised him by saying. “I doubt I could’ve slept otherwise.” Bringing him to a dead stop. “What?” He deflated. Blinking blue eyes at her in shock. “I know I’m safe with you.” She looked away. “Then why order me away?” He roared. Tossing his arms. Sending men outside the tent scampering from the courtyard. In-case I emerge in a fury, no doubt. “You know why.” She murmured brokenly. Quoting the phrase, he so often told her. His head whipped to her in annoyance. Eyes narrowing. Damn her! “You order me away, rail at me, tell me I’m not what you want or need. Bid me tell everyone in this bloody encampment that you and yours are no longer under my protection despite that you know you’re
King of the Seditious Bits & Pieces
And touch her he did. Taking his time caressing her. Stroking along the outside of her legs and appreciating her perfectly formed shape. The lovely globes of her breasts and then up to her slender throat. Slipping his fingers along it to touch her lightly. Cherishing every part of her. Rolling his fingertips along her inner arms and making her shiver pleasurably. “You are mine, Murah.” “I know…” She whispered. Opening her arms and tipping her head back to offer herself fully to his touches and sensual kisses. Savage touched her until he was certain they’d both had their fill. Then he rubbed a rough palm along the inside of her thigh and fingered her lower lips until they were sopping with her need. He swirled a finger delicately into the trophy of her body. Feeling the downy softness wrapping around his digit while she panted and writhed over the coverlet. Beginning to lift her ass to meet his rubbing. Finally, she leaned up to catch his arm in her cl
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“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
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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
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“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
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King of the Seditious Samuel Marshall
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King of the Seditious Losses
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