Sebastian groaned aloud. Closing his eyes and tightening his body as he kept them in. Using his will to tamp them down.
Elsabet stood back from him. Watching in surprise. “Are you going to tell me what that was about.”
“I have more beasts than you think, just waiting under my skin.” He explained. “You haven’t touched me in a while.”
“And?”
“You excited all of us.”
Her brows shot up.
“Sebastian.” Rhyers’s voice drew their attention to just inside the doorway.
Rhyers’s usual immaculate hair was looking a bit tousled, and he had an urge look in his eyes. “Alpha needs you.”
“No.” Elsabet shook her head. “He’s still injured.”
“It’s to help with the Fallen.” Rhyers explained as he grimaced. “I’m sorry Elsabet, he has to go.”
“When the alpha calls,” Sebastian weakly climbed from the bed. Grateful to be out of it, truly. But he swayed slightly as he got to his feet. “We must go.”
The blanket fell away, a
Meadowbrook in Grier Country “Why is Rhyers in my caves, and us here?” Acharius asked, curiosity tinging his voice as he eyed the Grier Tutelage and the students meandering out of it as the day came to an end. The men all stood, leaning against the wrought iron fence surrounding the circular drive at the entrance of the tutelage. “Would you rather be at your cave?” “No.” Acharius said decisively. “There are demons running rampant in Meadowbrook right now. They can sense the Fallen is here, but they can’t pinpoint her unless they see her.” Acharius nodded. “I know all of that.” “Well, that’s what we’re doing.” “In Meadowbrook yes, but why are we at this…” “Tutelage?” “Place of gathering children and merciless lecturers.” Acharius corrected contemptuously. “Apparently you didn’t like your studies?” “My studies were on a boat.” Acharius said flatly. “And with a swor
Though Nora Bishop had already gone into the tutelage, Deragan had restrained Bast and Acharius from leaving. “I sense something. We’re waiting. I had a feeling this would be the case.” “What?” Acharius asked. “They’ve been waiting for her.” Deragan blanched. They all knew he was talking about a demonic presence. Though none could sense it as keenly as Deragan. Just then there was a crash from inside the tutelage. Even the horses attached to her carriage were beginning to tug their reins, pulling against the handle of the carriage, in their efforts to escape this place. A bad sign. Black shadows crossed over the windows spurring Deragan into action. He lurched into a blurring black mass as he crossed the abandoned drive. His body switching forms as it looked for the right one. Bast and Acharius were on his heels. “Keep a run to her carriage clear. I’m going in.” Deragan’s voice emerged from the shadow h
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country Elsabet wasn’t so oblivious, upon his return to WaterRose. As usual, he was weak and exhausted. Though in rather good health compared to usual. However, when he joined her for the evening meal her keen gaze snapped to his thigh. Her lips twisting in fury. He followed her gaze and grimaced. At some point, one of the minor gashes bled through his pants and began a trail down his leg. He’d been too busy battling the cimmerii to be aware of it. Which means I had no idea it was there. Or I’d have bothered to change my pants rather than rushing in to see her! “Elsabet.” He sighed. Deflating before she even began. “I won’t.” She tightened her mouth and shook her head adamantly. She rose from the table, abandoning a partially eaten plate, in order to push her chair in. “I won’t say it all again. I will give you this though, envision for a moment, just one
Radix murdering the child of the Fallen and their alpha, had been something the knights had blissfully refused to consider up to that point. Sebastian had offered to protect the child, to keep it at WaterRose and safely from Radix. But Deragan’s response had dashed that meager idea. “And have me explain to him how I could not protect his mother, and now he must go on without one? As I go on without her?” He’d shaken his head. “No, my brothers, I cannot.” They’d all looked at him sorrowfully. “And what if said child, were not born immortal as we are, but doomed to die as my Fallen always does? It would be my worst fear, even worse than losing my mate, to outlive my child and then wonder if they might return, and as whom? As whose child, that I would not get to raise?” A dreadful thought. “You see, I can barely survive the loss of her… How could I do that?” It was easy to see Deragan’s point. They’d all acknowled
Sebastian saw at first a glimpse of booted feet shuffling over stone. And chained hands around thick, dark arms. Covered in muddy filth. He lifted his head and saw the bars of a wall dungeon cell before him. He was in some kind of cave that smelled of the foulest things. Surrounded by cimmerii which scuttled the floors. Fires burned further down the corridor and made the whole cave stifling. Nearly unbearable from the heat and smoke. “Here’s your food, warlord.” An ugly firoque man with decaying skin and rotting fingers. He pushed a wood platter under the bottom of the bars. It splattered muck onto the floor. “I don’t want it.” The voice came from the person Sebastian was within, but he recognized it. Chavias. Chavias was watching Radix speaking to a few firoque. “I’ve sensed her for months, she’s in Ardae.” “We’ve searched the whole continent, my lord!” A firoque woman complained. “There is no creature like that.” “She has da
RHYERS Rhyers was in WaterRose’s library, patiently waiting for Sebastian to come down. As he often did. He sat quietly in the blue chair awaiting Sebastian, knowing he always wandered down when he was good and healed. Rhyers had leisurely picked up the book Elsabet had left set open on the counter. He’d picked up reading where she had left off. He was surprised to find it was plump with old-world tales. Some of the characters were very similar to the Forever Knights. Which he found intriguing. It was obvious she was trying to learn more about them. And the books stacked next to that one reflected a deep interest in history, and philosophy. Books that no average individual would’ve picked up. These books indicated she was a woman of deep intelligence. Something Rhyers had suspected it, but found it hard to discern, behind the layers of her rage. He nearly tossed the book when he saw her stalking through the doorway. He
SEBASTIAN It had been nearly a fortnight since that bleak evening in the nursery. Since then, he’d tried everything to show his sorrow in the decision. Hoping that if they could come to some form of peace, then he’d have a chance to explain it to her. This silence is unbearable. Sebastian could admit he was awash with self-loathing as he walked into the Dining Hall tonight. The high ceilings dangled with dark, unlit chandeliers. The fireplace was going because he insisted on keeping every room lit for her. But it offered meager light. As if her very mood, seemed to stem it from blooming throughout the room. Leaving a cold feel to the air, that even Sebastian could perceive. He saw her sitting at the table, lifting spoonfuls of porridge to her mouth and quietly sipping them. An open book was laid out on the table before her. He’d heard her eating breakfast, and had come in from the library, in the hope of being
It was a fine art, drawing with a quill. But after so many centuries, Sebastian had mastered it. Eventually, he tilted his head to inspect his finished work. Only when he was satisfied that it was a true depiction, did he turn to the next page. And then the words flowed. Dipping the quill over and over. He scribbled tormented thoughts in the light of a tiny candle. Though he didn’t truly need it, it offered some comfort in the darkness. His guilt eased in increments with each confessing page. He purged pain and longing, as best as he could. Filling the pages with his need for closeness with Elsabet. And his desire to hold her. He articulated his dream of a day when he could reach for her and know she’d turn into his touch, rather than him risking the likelihood of rejection if he reached for her. All the complexities of this life with her was, ironically, wearing him down. Whereas she still stood fast. Like a boulder in the tides
Later that night, as Elsabet slept, Sebastian found himself sitting in the library. In his luxurious red chair next to the fire. The one he so often shared with Elsabet.He tilted forward in the seat, then leaned back. Rocking his body since the chair, on its stationary legs, could not.He slowly lulled the tiny being in his arms. Bright gold curls framed her small round face. And little hands flailed sleepily. Looking for something to hold onto.When Elsabet had curled into a ball and murmured that she needed to rest, he’d taken the baby and retreated downstairs. Sensing that Elsabet was grieving the loss of her own freedom. Resenting her own surrender.And the reasons she had to do it.
Elsabet giggled, then grunted in pain. Holding her abdomen as pain knifed deep into her center.Bast tightened in fear, but before he could question her the pain seemingly subsided. She relaxed and her hands slid away.“He is right though.” Sebastian said quietly, seeing she was alright. His words caused Elsabet to glance back at him. “She is as fair a beauty, as her mother.”Confusion crossed Elsabet’s face. She looked lost, not understanding something.“What is it?”“I’ve never heard people discussing me as though it’s fact that I’m fair to look upon.”“Fair!” Sebastian said incredulously. “You’re far more than fair. As I’ve told you on many an occasion!”Does she jest?Both men looked shocked.“I thought you said that, merely for the sake of being charming.”“Does she not know?” Alazareth blurted, staring at her astounded. Eventually he gave Sebastian a horrified look. “Clearly not.” Seba
Sebastian looked at his twin, Alazareth, to answer his question. “Her name is Sebet. After her beautiful mother.”Sebastian’s gaze returned to Elsabet and he noted her shocked expression. Her stormy blue eyes were huge, awash with emotion.“What?” He queried.“You’d name her after me?”Of course.“I name her after my greatest treasure.” His eyes returned to his new daughter, and he missed the flicker of pain flashing over her face at being referred to as something she would’ve considered property.Alazareth noticed her agony and his gaze slid to his brother who was absorbed in murmuring to the curly haired little girl. Blissfully happy to see her. Alazareth couldn’t bear the thought of stealing his brother’s moment of joy, to point it out to him.Elsabet’s gaze fell to her hands, and her expression was anguish.Sebastian would’ve noticed instantly, any other moment. But this one, all he could see was his new daughter.
Sebastian gave Elsabet’s hand a quick squeeze. Leaning over her and pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.We can’t lose our daughter. He tried to push Agatha’s warning aside. But he was afraid. Very afraid.Elsabet screamed in pain.The ground under their feet quaked as she moaned in pain. Stones cracked and corners of moldings fractured and fell away. Bits of stone fell like rain from the outside of the building, past the window slits.“I’m here.” He whispered against her forehead. Leaning over her. As he did, he exuded enough magic to steady WaterRose against her unconscious swells of it.There was suddenly the vivid smell of blood and unknown fluids, an odor that terrified Sebastian in its foreignness.Agatha began shouting excitedly while Mags soothingly coached Elsabet on what to do.Then Agatha made a sudden rapid movement and swept her other hand under the coverlet draped over Elsabet’s knees.There wa
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