She refused to even glance his way. He could see the concentrated effort it took. You’re trying like hell not to. A half smile pulled at his lips. She kept her eyes defiantly away from him. Intently looking everywhere around the barn but at him. “I’ve been repairing the bailey walls to keep the flood room from deepening, this morn.” He admitted. Relenting. Taking pity on her fierce pride. “Is that why you’re so dirty?” He tilted his head at her. “If it bothers you, come clean me off.” He quirked a brow as he unfolded from against the wall. The mere idea already had his abdomen tightening. Brows lowering, she focused on ignoring his presence. And failing. I’m hard to ignore. *** Trying to hide his annoyance at her disregard, he asked. “Do you like my steed?” It took her a moment to realize he was not saying something perverse. Blinking hard she gladly averted her attention back to the beast. See? When my intentions aren’t bad it is you thinking wickedly. “He’s regal. Lik
“The library?” Sebastian queried. Guessing that’s where the Alpha would be. Rhyers nodded. The Fallen. Sebastian thought as he wandered downstairs. It was nigh time Bast went to work helping Deragan pour through the pages of the ancient records, Acharius, the Viking had been maintaining. She’s bound to be in one of her old haunts. Bast found several of the rolled lengths of parchment on the Fallen’s recent movements. He headed down the mountain toward Grier. Planning to run a line straight to the Dread Hideout. To Acharius. He can look for Radix’s newest lair while he’s at it. He’ll be delighted. Sebastian thought with wicked glee. Knowing how much Acharius hated pouring through the old documents. Despite that most would assume with his upbringing, Acharius would’ve had little culture, he’d experienced much in his countless years at sea. Visited numerous countries during his raids. It’d been he that mapped Ardae for them. Chronicling every location, they’d ever found the Falle
Lucien had relented and made love to the girl. He now knew that Radix must’ve scented Lucien on her. That’s why he targeted her. She smelled like me. He thought she was mated to a Knight. It’d taken the demon master very little time to strangle the girl, upon their return to the Ballroom. He’d used the seam of her own wrap and committed the cruelty behind a pillar in the Ballroom. I only lost track of him for a moment. A little voice in Lucien defended. But it was all the time Radix needed. Lucien rounded the corner in time to catch Radix tossing her skirts up over her face. A quick scrubbing from his clawed hands in the air and she was covered in purple bruises and deep lacerations on her exposed legs. Lucien gave a shout, to ward him off. But I was too late. The sound of his voice only drew others closer to the gruesome scene. Radix opened his mouth and the shrill shriek of a woman emerged. The same as he’d done to Mardichi back in England. Lucien stared at him, horrified.
After a time, she knelt next to the dark feline she’d dubbed Onyx, to pet him. The cat leaned and arced, rumbling contentedly and savoring her touch. She turned her head and gave a slight smile as she enjoyed the feel of his fur between her fingers. At precisely that moment, Lucien entered the library and spotted Sebastian sitting intently in his library chair. He was leaned forward and eyes completely coated gold. Mouth white and jaw ticking. All signs that didn’t bode well. “What’s amiss?” Lucien approached warily. “That is a black look on your face. In-fact I don’t recall ever seeing it on you afore.” “The woman. She’s laughing with the cats.” “You’re woman?” Lucien’s brow furrowed. “I didn’t know that railing creature even cracked a smile.” He’d noticed since his return to WaterRose that Bast was often preoccupied with the valkyrie who seemed not all pleasant. Less so, when Bast was gone. “Cats?” Lucien shuddered. “Clawed beasts.” “She pets them.” “That is what most do…”
“As did I, you.” She shot back. I don’t give a shit. “Answer mine.” Before I lose what little patience I possess. “I asked mine days ago. You first.” Her eyes narrowed on him. He continued the long unblinking look. She finally relented. “Kind enough.” Kind enough? His teeth nearly gnashed. “Don’t I make sure you’ve all you need?” “I suppose you try.” She grudgingly admitted, lip curling and eyes skittering away. I try at nothing. “I’ve offered you an array of food, acquired you quite a wardrobe-” “Of very delicate dresses.” “Which look lovely on you.” He pointed out. “For your viewing pleasure.” Her voice was waspish now. Damn right. He gave a half nod and a shrug. “Colors you might enjoy if you weren’t so set on being a thing of bitterness.” He sneered. “Only towards men.” “Oh! Are you kind to women, now?” His voice rose in surprise, distracted from his original purpose. “Not particularly.” She admitted. “As I thought.” He nodded. “Why will you not tell me of you
“They all have the same energy as you…” She murmured. Still blinking thoughtfully at him. What? He struggled to focus. The smell of wildflowers surrounded him. The smooth satin fabric over the sinewed line of her thighs, the peek at the hollow of her cleavage beneath the neckline of her dress, now available to his eyes as he stood over her, the flatness of her stomach revealed by the fitted lines of the garment. Stormy blue eyes assessing him. Her soft pink lips parted as she mulled it all over. Waiting for something. What the hell did she say? He replayed the conversation. “Not as powerful.” He said definitively. Her eyes fell as she murmured to herself contemplatively. “That’s why they watch me so resentfully.” “What?” What did I miss? “One of them looked…just like you. From upstairs, anyway.” She pointed, bouncing her finger as she continued to murmur to herself. “You’re…brother?” “Yes.” He corrected. “Though I’m far more fun.” His body responded to the heat of her, warm
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country SEBASTIAN Sebastian stumbled up the hill toward WaterRose. So weak he could hardly stand. Only making it in the door because the other knights met him and helped him to the stairs. “What happened?” Rhyers asked urgently. “Alazareth needed the Figurines.” “You unleashed the tiny ones?” Rhyers referred to the small dragons that Sebastian could summon. Though it nearly kills me. “Let’s get you up to your room.” Rhyers said. Elsabet watched quietly from the top of the stairs. “Why would he ask you to do something that would hurt you so.” “Because,” Rhyers said over his shoulder. Bitterness tingeing his voice. “He hides how much he suffers from everyone.” “From me?” She queried softly. “Especially from you.” Rhyers snapped at her. Kicking Sebastian’s chamber closed and leaving her standing beyond the door. Like an unwanted pet. “Rhyers...” Bast chastised. “That was unnecessary.” “She could show some concern for you!” “She did.” Bast
If she leaves, I’m going to find her and drag her back. He promised himself. Knowing it was very likely. I’ll get her back. His beasts urged to take over. To pursue her. Knowing it was their mate that fled the gates. I’m too weak to stop her, just now. He forced himself to face that simple fact. He truly could get killed trying to keep her this time. I won’t heal if she cuts me open. But to his surprise, he heard the sound of her back hitting the wall just beyond his doorway as she collapsed against it. “But it’s kept me safe.” She murmured. Running forever. He instantly knew what she was responding to. It was the last thing he’d said and she’d left the room. He’d thought, to leave him forever. “I know.” He whispered back. “But it doesn’t now. It just keeps you from seeing what there could be.” She jumped, astounded that he could still hear her. She peered around the wall back into the room. Above him, his breath crystallized in floating puffs. Elsabet reared back from th
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