All Chapters of Spark: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

We’d sat down long enough for them to cook some dinner. Roasting a couple boars over three different fires. Two of which were Gray’s kills.Soon the whores caught up. Eternus ones that clearly followed the Army to service them in the tents thrown up for just that purpose. Others were human ones. I noticed the bruises on their arms and backs and knew how they were servicing the Eternus.Eternus ate normal food, walked like Skins, looked like Skins, if one didn’t know better. But they had another hunger. A virulent lust which could take them over and turn them into goblins if they let it overtake them. And their hunger for the souls, energy of other beings. When they fed they tended to grip their prey a bit brutally and were known for leaving fingermarks where they held those they fed on. There were strict laws that only allowed Eternus to feed on those that were willing.But everyone knew that all Eternus didn’t abide by those laws.I wondered if Gray ever didn’t. I looked at him sitti

Before I could toss my forearms over my face to protect myself, he’d whipped his cloak up and over me, raising one arm with it so he effectively put me behind him. Twisting with that arm out to move me entirely behind his shoulder blades so his larger frame shielded me.He caught Lionel by the front and back paw. Tossing him further out into the field with a vicious thump.I screeched and leapt on Gray’s back. “Jacks! Don’t hurt him.”Gray straightened. “I’m done.”He gave me a hard look over my shoulder. “You call me by name, to save your Dog?”“Lionel!” I cried. Seeing the long grass dancing in desolate field where I could just see the crumbling ramparts of an abandoned castle. I barely noticed it as I rushed forward, jerking brutally when I hit the end of the chain.Again.“Gray!” I stomped. Looking from him to the field.“He’s fine, Baby Girl.” Gray’s voice dropped. “I didn’t kill him.”He eyed me. “Yet…”I glowered at him. Nearly shaking.“Why are you so upset?”“He’s the only fr

“Fiere!” He snarled venomously. Infuriated. I was getting under his skin now. Never had I gotten that kind of tone. This was possibly the maddest I’d ever seen him. He doesn’t get mad. “Stop.” He commanded in a solid tone. “It’s a valid question, Gray. One you never answer.” I taunted. Knowing I was provoking him too far. “You cut everyone else’s, why not mine?” If he had I wouldn’t be running through the woods trying to escape every vile thing climbing atop me and jamming into me. “I told you, you’re wrong.” He said acidly before declaring. “I’m not explaining all this out here!” He shook his head like a mad bull. But still isn’t stopping walking. He paused with me over his shoulder as he waited for his men to push open the huge cracked, wooden doors. “You should’ve cut me ear to ear that day, Gray and been done. Just like you said.” I announced. Inexplicably hurt that

I blinked at him in horror before I looked down again, noticing that my dark nipples were clearly obvious under the flimsy white garment. “Don’t worry.” He laughed. “Nothing there to see, Baby Girl.” He leaned back to close the door but I slapped it and pushed through the crack. “Don’t do that!” “What?” He took a step back. Lifting his hands. “Stop always taunting me.” “I don’t always taunt you.” He began strolling back toward his bed. I was on his heels. “More often than not!” He shrugged. “Archer is just as bad as me but you’re fawning all over him.” “Archer is kind to me to. He brings me berries and sometimes holds my hand.” “Oh, impressive.” He rounded to mutter down at me. “He’s clearly a seducer of maids...” Goading me so far, that even my hair felt like it was on fire. My skin burning in furious rage. I curled my hands into fists that itched to strike him. “He’s not s

“I’m not a troll.” I defended. Annoyed by his newest antagonistic comment. “You rather look like one when you’re mad.” “Why are you always so mean!” I did stomp that time. “To get your attention.” He shrugged. “And to get that reaction. You look positively adorable when you’re mad.” I grabbed the nearest candlestick from a stand by the door and hurled it over my head in his direction. He palmed it away and it clattered against the wall. “Uh-oh, Fiere. Better run. Daddy won’t give you a choice if he catches you sneaking from my chamber in the dead of night.” That’s probably very, very true. I winced. “He won’t give you one either!” “I’ve already made it clear I’d welcome that. And,” he added ominously. “trapping you in it, if need be.” “That’s not gentlemanly.” “You keep accusing me of that as if one day I will be.” “You’re not!” “Nope.” “Jacks!” “Better run, Fiere