All Chapters of Warlord's Ward & Managing Mages: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I stretched to lift it. Careful not to slide it or to unbalance the stool. I was petrified that if it were to clunk or the book drop, he was going to wake. And though I didn’t personally know how awful he was, of all the things Warlord had told me, he’d seemed the most sincere about his worry of what would happen to me if the King caught me.Warlord would kill me now if he knew the risk I was taking.He’d made me swear to avoid the King and now here I was.In the very same chamber with him. Trying to steal his book from the very same room he’s sleeping in. I was still as I listened to ensure I was still hearing that consistent snore before I twisted with the book and clambered down off the stool. Not even bothering to move it back as I tucked it down the bulky front of my dress.I knew it gave me a square appearance and it was obvious something was there but carrying it was even riskier. I lifted my skirts and hur

I’d blinked up at Killian. Unsure how I could possibly respond to him confessing that I had made his heart beat again. And that he suddenly wanted to live the remainder of his life.I’d given him something to look forward to again. That warmed me in deeper places than even those he currently stroked.I sucked in my lip as I fought a twining climax which rose higher and higher like a great wave that would inevitably come crashing down in a wild tirade.When it did, I lifted my head to let him watch me. My lips parting as I panted desperately for precious breaths of air which now seemed far too hard to collect.The night had been filled with lovemaking which had been completely different then all before.Warmer. More sultry and filled with a sort of emotion he hadn’t revealed before.Only in the middle of the night, did I sit up as I fully took in what he’d said earlier in the day.When morning

Killian rolled his arms over each other until there was a swelling black billow coming from his forearms and rising upward until it wafted in tendrils which reached me up on the balcony like bits of strings.I found myself reaching out to grasp one. Stunned at how I was reacting.But Killian was waiting below as if he expected me to. His arms at his sides and the black smoke now coming from his chest, up to me.A mist full of life. A creature of its own.I swiped the tendril, and it swayed a bit in the wind of my movement. So, I moved slower this time and was able to pinch it between my fingers. Guiding it down and twisting it around the balcony rail.It latched on and took on a life of its own. Growing like a great vine. Twisting around the railing and clambering out from the corner for about three feet before it began amassing over itself. Growing thicker and hardening until it was something with substance.I leaned over the rail

“Will escaping heal your wounds?” I questioned. Sensing I already knew the answer she’d give.She’s just told me the king violently attacked her.For all in the Training Gardens to see. I wasn’t sure that anything would’ve healed me if that’s what Killian had done.I suddenly realized the depth of kindness he’d shown in taking me slowly.In teaching me.That’s not the way of things in this castle. I realized with a sinking stomach. Registering fully, perhaps for the first time, how dangerous our getaway could prove.If I’m caught, I could be the King’s next plaything.He could do to me what he’d done to Tanya.That was what Killian had been so terrified of when he’d carefully disguised me before allowing me up to the King’s chambers.“No. Only killing the King will.”

The next evening, came with the cries of the woman in the Girl’s Wing of the Guild. Making me cringe. The terror in her voice rang through the castle. And I was sure we weren’t the only ones cowering from that dreadful sound. She has some lungs. There’s power in that voice. A long pause cut the night. And we knew it was him telling the guards he was taking yet another up to his chambers. Never to be seen from again. And once more the guards allowed it. He tossed Alyssa in and slammed the door just as viciously as he’d done to Sunny. A show for anyone who watched. “Why do they let you keep bringing them up?” I blurted as he closed the door behind him. “Because I tell them I wish it. And they’d rather not argue with me. And we all know the King cares little when mages die.” “And they believe you’re killing us.” Tanya filled in. Alyssa was looking around at all of