Afraid is not the word.“She does not favor me.”“Then she is certainly not human!”Bast shook his head. “She most definitely is not.”If she were, she’d already be in my bed.Only now did Bast’s hand fall from Chavias’ chest.“So…What does she eat?” Chavias asked thoughtfully.“I’ve no idea.” Bast stiffened.“You may want to find out. Can you ask her?”Bast gestured to the upper level. “Did she look in a mood to chat?”Chavias grimaced, lifting his hands in surrender. “I was directed to back off, so I guess it’s not my dilemma to discern.”“You’re a terrible friend.”“Or” Chavias lifted a finger. “An exceptional one.”Bast glowered. “Have I mentioned there are days I could throttle you myself?”“You mean days you wish you could?”Bast eyed his dark friend. It’d be a great battle. His brow lifted.He noted the scars crossing Chavias’ cheeks and the particularly deep one rolling over his collarbone.Nearly a death blow.He’s been in more battles than most men have heard of.Sebastian w
Gasping, she lay there. Eyes the stormy blue of a rainy day glaring up at him.The kind of eyes that draw a man from across a crowded room.He had pitched her out of his mind like dirty clothing. “Best learn to heed me, woman.”He stared down at her. No shred of empathy on his face.Tongue to teeth she hissed again. Looking at him scathingly as she fumbled for a broken piece of ceramic still littering the floor. She hurled it at him weakly.His eyes roamed over her restlessly. Contemplating all the things he intended to do to her while she was captive. And what I may have her do to me.Feeling his animal beginning to respond to his sordid thoughts, he knelt next to her and moved a bit of hair off her face.“I don’t have to be cruel, Little Harpie. Stop making me.”She glowered unwaveringly.“I can do this as well.” He blew his lips and made a low whistling sound.Watching as her body tightened.She gasped at the sensations of his magic moving through her.Looking in her pretty blue ey
Elsabet was furious at being a captive. Frantic in her desperation to cling to her defiance and looking for a way out.And even more upset that I had her melting with wanting for me with a single, simple dream.The vision he’d injected into her of things he wished to do to her beautiful body. In response she’d shouted threats of her escape.She still doesn’t realize what she’s dealing with.“Get comfortable.” His breath sighed through the empty corridors like an eerie echo. “You’ll be here as long as I desire it…”“No.” Eyes shooting through the darkness, she found him gone, yet somehow still here. Filling these walls. She was beginning to realize that in one way or another Sebastian was everywhere here.***Hours crept by, as Elsabet clawed for a way out.Sebastian watched from the next room, feeling her movements through the wall.Nothing had been built before that could hold her. It amused him.She was beginning to look like a pet railing against domestication.“Why am I here?” She
“I’m sensing her.”Feeling her walking around and stewing in her fury. Sebastian was partially linked to her nearly constantly to monitor what she did, where she went and that she wasn’t trying to escape.“There a difference?” Mardichi queried, looking bored.“I’m only seeing her in my mind.”Not watching her.“And keepin’ track of ever’thing she does.” Mardichi shifted in the seat. “Gad, blessedly women canna do tha’ ta us. That’d be dreadful. They’d know wha’ foul creatures we are in truth.” His burr thickened as he grumbled.Bast had always noticed that it varied with Mardichi’s mood and how relaxed he was. And who he’s around.“You are.” Bast corrected.I have some honor.Earning him a black look from Mardichi. Bast added. “Do you truly think they don’t already know?”“Nay. They’re smart creatures.” Mardichi grudgingly admitted. Speaking awhile longer before growing certain Bast paid him no heed. Leading him to mutter about the deviled troubles with women as he rose and eventually
The next evening dragged on. A breeze coasted through Elsabet’s room. Rejuvenating the gold flakes pouring horizontally across the walls.Too weak to do much, she turned her head to trace their movements. Even that small action made her groan, putting a hand to her forehead. Blinking heavily, she fought off unconsciousness. Levelling her gaze on Lord Bodane who appeared in the doorway. Wearing a teal tunic, the same color as the penetrating gaze searing through her.“What do you want now?” Head heavy, she slumped further into the pillows. Eyeing him passively.It’s the first time she’s looked at me without distaste twisting her face.She’s too tired. She won’t last long if she doesn’t eat.Seeing how deathly pale she was, he suffered a pang of remorse. She was surrounded by dead curling feathers. Molting.He’d thought being a creature rather than a mortal she’d have more endurance, but he was finding her surprisingly fragile.Chavias said food was important. But I didn’t realize…He’d
He left her chamber sighing. Heading down the long corridor to the chamber at the end. Once inside he went to the balcony and stepped outside. Knowing the balconies only wrapped this corner of the castle. Safe from the wind and rushing waters.He stood shirtless, feeling the occasional spray from around the corner carried in on the breeze. Despite his bare chest, he hardly perceived the cold. His breeches were molded tight to his skin against the wind as he surveyed the bailey. My dominion.To the untrained eye it may have looked empty, but Sebastian heard and saw everything. He heard his friend Dimitrius, the fey bridge guard, in the tower greasing gears and moving the handle. Ensuring everything worked smoothly.He caught the sounds of the man’s son Mandrake, the stable boy, playing in the straw with a puppy which yipped excitedly. Making the boy laugh.He heard the two cooks in the kitchens below adding logs to the fire for dinner.A door closed down the hall and he knew one of the
She lifted her head, surprised he saw through her so clearly. “I don’t trust you, nor any man for that matter. And I certainly would be a fool to trust your intentions.”“Not nearly, actually.” He dismissed. “I prefer my women fully engaged. Not sleeping the rest of the dead.”“I’m not dead.”Yet.“Could’ve fooled me.” He shifted to the floor. The bowl in his hand as he proffered her some cheese. When she made no move, he urged. “How could you fend me off if you’re too weak to rise?”Staring at him a long while she hesitantly reached for the sustenance. Her body trembled, and her hand fell. She’s too weak for even that.He’d thought perhaps inciting her to sustain herself might inspire some strength. She’s more wan than I thought.“Huh.” He grinned. “If I feed you, will you take my fingers?”“Most likely.” She murmured.Reassuring… He frowned at her. Eyeing her as he debated the options. Deciding to risk it he moved to the edge of the bed and fed her chunks of cheese from the metal c
Libby strode to Radix, the Demon Master, beaming with pride at what she’d discovered.He sat on a wooden chair and patted his bony thigh beneath the gray cloaks. Libby approached nearly skipping and took a seat where he’d indicated. Resting on his lap.He pressed a hand to the side of her head. Filling her with his darkness and evil.When she looked over her shoulder at him, he was no longer withered and gray. Instead, he was dark and beautiful. His skin seeming almost ebony and his eyes just as dark, but the irises were laced in fire which seemed to be burning in those bleak eyes.She moaned and fell backward against his other arm. Breathing raggedly. Small breasts heaving under the brown aproned dress she wore. Her mousy brown hair fell over his lean arm, and she was writhing lustfully against his body as she took in the power, he offered her. A moan escaped her, and she shifted to rub her pale thighs together against the ache forming in her. A response to the deep sense of powerful
Once he felt the energy of the stronghold steady, he felt it was safe for him to go upstairs. He needed to stay collected. If the both of them were in chaos, the stronghold could peel itself apart.Bast hurried up the steps and turned into the flat hall. Pulling himself around the banister to rush his pace. He hurried to her chamber, only to come to an abrupt halt at the chamber just before hers.The door was open and inside was Sebastian’s twin brother.Alazareth was sitting in a chair inside the room. His back to the wall so he could hear everything within the next room. Worry was on his face, and he was massaging the back of his jaw. A motion that always indicated severe tension. Alazareth was always composed.This is bad. “What is it?” Bast’s steps slowed.“Something is wrong.” Alazareth’s jaw ticked.Oh, no… Sebastian tensed. His fists working at his sides as he waited. “What?”
Dread Hideout, Dread CountrySighing, Acharius headed back toward his caves. His huge form should’ve lumbered, but he moved far lighter than he should’ve for his size. His blonde hair hung to his shoulders, a few warrior braids near his face. A fur was slung over his back with a bow and a quiver over that.He lifted the bow over his head just as he reached his chamber but paused when Alazareth’s voice summoned him back out. “Acharius!”The viking’s head whipped in the direction of the opening. Noting it was odd for Alazar to come here.Acharius ducked slightly as he emerged from the lower mouth of the cave. His massive size blocked the darkness beyond him. “Alzareth?”His eyes moved to the identical figure next to him. “Bast?” His voice dropped in concern. “What is it?”“What is it?” Acharius asked.“We need the women.” Alazar responded.“Mags and Aggie?” Acharius looke
“Elsabet?” Sebastian called, having just arrived back at WaterRose, he was frantic to check on her.To see if she’s alright. If our babe is.“Yes?” She called from upstairs.He followed the sound of her voice up to her chamber. Finding her still abed. “Are you well today? Is there anything you need?”“I’m exhausted.” She sighed wistfully.Drawing near, he saw that her ripe belly seemed to have grown overnight, straining her petite frame.“I feel weak. But better. The pain is less.” She swept hair from her forehead so she could better look at him. Blue eyes lovely.“Come.” She waved him over.He walked to her.She caught his larger hand in hers. Rubbing the back of it with a soft thumb pad.He turned his hand to link his long fingers through her small ones and let her pull him down next to her.She scooted over and he was swallowed by the warmth of where she’d lain. Feeling that rare heat he only pe
Elsabet eventually fell asleep.Sebatian was wide awake behind Elsabet. Careful not to bump her wounded back. He suspected that, like him, if she were able to change shape she could go far in the way of healing.But she can’t. Her body wouldn’t let shift while there was an infant in her womb.He stroked her hair.She made small sounds of distress that told him she was either having a nightmare or suffering the throes of her fever.“It’s okay, sweetheart.”“Why weren’t you there?” She whimpered again.She doesn’t believe I was. That made him feel like he’d let her down, even though he had been there. He laid with her for a long while.When he did finally move to go and began sliding his arm from beneath her head, she abruptly caught his forearm and wrist. “Stay.”He did. Because he could deny her so very little.It was hours before he did slip away. He made it to the door that time
“Sebastian. Sebastian…” Elsabet moaned. Throwing her head side to side.“I’m here.” He told her. Crouched next to the bed, holding her hand. His expression was rife with worry as he saw her suffering.She was so strong, seeing her this weak was painful. She was fighting against something she couldn’t see.For both her and my daughter. Sebastian’s throat felt raw, and his face was swollen from the emotions he had while sitting at her side.“Where are you?” She murmured, tossing her head. She was covered in sweat. The fever had taken hold and now wreaked its cruel havoc.“I can’t find you!”“I’m here, sweetheart.” He said brokenly.“Why won’t you come?” She whispered urgently.He realized she was dreaming, perhaps reliving that moment in the grove. Wherever she was, his voice wasn’t reaching he
“Is that?” Alazareth asked quietly. Staring at the sky where the glistening creature had vanished. His sword lowered in astonishment.“Don’t say his name.” Sebastian snapped, throwing out a hand.Radix will hear you. Mardichi crouched. Preparing to launch skyward.“No!” Sebastian shouted. “Let him go.”“With her?” Rhyers asked indignantly. “Sebastian?” Deragan grunted between the targue, he fought. He threw one and straightened to look over the others. “Are you certain?”Sebastian looked back at him. “We have no choice but to trust him. For now.”With the most precious thing I have.Sebastian had to let her go. He focused his fear and anger on the hoard before him, praying that Elsabet was being taken somewhere safe and not straight to the demon master.“Alpha!” Alazareth shouted.“Fight them back and take the sky. Go different directions to scatter them, we’ll circle back la
Just when Sebastian’s fear might’ve reduced him to begging Radix, futile as it would’ve been. He heard a sound that brought hopeful light back to his world.A sound which forced back the darkness.A familiar roar. The battle cry of his brother.Alazareth emerged from the trees, sword in one hand, a dagger in the other, and dark blood staining his tunic as he sliced through the animals before him. Working his way from the back to the front in a flurry of attacking blades. He was a blur of motion.Targue shrieked in suffering.Alazar purposely ran across cimmerii nonis. Stomping on them like the rats they were, as he went.Another targue lunged at Elsabet, trying to get to her skirts but there was a shout from the distance. “I’m coming!”Sebastian recognized the flash of Rhyers’ dark hair coming through the woods. He ran barefoot. Launching against trees and throwing his body sideways to evade obstacles without stopping. As he reached o
Elsabet’s hair lifted along the back of her head, darkening to brown. Her eyes burned red and long black claws jutted from her nails.She’s feeling what I do. Everything in this clearing suddenly felt wrong.Her reaction only alarmed Sebastian more. It meant she intended to fight instead of run.No, Elsabet. Sebastian ran from the bank and stepped into the knee-deep water, backing next to Elsabet as he scanned the ground and the trees above them. He knew that the nonis were nothing compared to the Sarabi that could descend from the sky without any warning.He curled his tail around her hips, to know where she was.No. Sebastian’s heart thrummed like a drumbeat. You can’t hurt her. I won’t let you. Shifting human would do him no favors. His reactions were stronger and faster as the panther. I don’t have time nor room to turn into a dragon. How did they find me? He
Radix lifted the goblet in Chavias’s direction. Sloshing some of Chavias’s blood on his skinny, gnarled fingers and black nails. “Let’s see what secrets you’ve let up today.”Radix gulped the fluid down. So greedily that it ran down the corners of his mouth.Radix was heedless. Focused on the visions running behind his eyes.Chavias’s memories peeled through his mind. Images of Chavias laughing with his gold-haired friend. Or playfully sparring with the others. Then the world darkened into an endless stream of days in his miserable cell in the caves.The blood was tainted with Chavias’s misery giving it a bitter flavor.Which had been the moment that Chavias had gained control over the pain. Feeding into his blood the most mundane memories he possessed.Radix spit the last swallow of Chavias’s blood out. Not caring for the taste of those memories of his cavernous prison.“Strong stronghold?” Okine chirped hopefully. Wondering if Radix