All Chapters of The Taming: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“So why in the world would you ever find yourself jealous of me Bast?” Acharius drew him back to the subject at hand. Still inspecting goods from the bag at his feet. “As I said, your woman-” “She’s not-” Acharius objected but caught himself at Bast’s baiting look. “Is sweet.” Bast finished, ignoring Acharius’ objections. Seeing Acharius distressed look, he sensed he’d won. He has been tempted by her. “And?” Acharius snapped dismissively. “What are you driving at?” “Mine, is not.” “Yours? A mate?-The-the valkyrie!” He was eyeing Bast astounded. Had he really not known? I’ve had her for over a decade! Bast reminded himself that Acharius rarely got beyond the caves. Unless someone relieves him of his duties here. “What is wrong?” Acharius grabbed Bast by the shoulders. “Tell me everything!” Though Acharius intended to be gentle his hands

She’ll say no. Sebastian reassured himself. Certain that Elsabet would deny Rhyers her company the same as she’d been denying him. But there was another long silence, as she studied Rhyers. Trying to assess his motives. What are his motives? Bast wondered himself from the floor below. What are you up to, Friend? Rhyers murmured something too low for Bast to hear, as Dorena grew louder in an attempt to regain his attention. Dammit. I can’t hear. He tossed her a look. Brows knitting in aggravation. Effectively silencing her. Finally. He felt like he’d missed something in the ongoings upstairs. What’d he say to her? It must’ve worked, because she said only one word. “Wait.” And the door closed. No. Don’t do it. Don’t go with him. Come down for me. A short time later, Bast heard her step returning to

Dorena withered in her seat at his rough tone. Bast felt a pang of remorse for his stern tone, unconsciously looking for Elengard’s ever-present disapproving gaze. In truth, he did like Dorena. He appreciated what she was doing, straying from Radix. He had respect for what she accomplished. She had great potential for being a true friend. Unfortunately, she was reluctant to accept those terms. Which is what’s making her a nuisance more than a pleasing presence. As she had been, initially. Rhyers shrugged as he took his first bite, having seen Bast’s reaction coming a mile away. She is sweet. Bast knew. But he’d no tolerance for women using him to make others jealous or staking some claim on him. Claim they don’t have. His teeth gritted slightly. But it did occur to him that he’d never mind Elsabet hanging on him, in such a way. Damn anyone that was jealous of her, then! When he l

“Do not!” Elsabet shoved against Sebastian’s chest in the hopes of cutting off the filthy thing he was intent on saying, as she tried frantically to get away.“I’m weary of your games, Elsabet.” He sighed.“My games!” She spat in outrage. Tossing her arms illustratively “I’m surrounded by men in this castle!”She poked him in the chest. “Handsome ones. Gentlemanly ones. Hell, even Rhyers is more of a gentleman, than you! Something I never thought I’d say, yet it hasn’t been I with my arms tangled around one of them.”“You mistake me!” He hit the wall next to her. Making her wince.Reminding him how important it was that he rein in his beast. He couldn’t be so aggressive.Not with her.You can’t lose your temper with her. He calmed. Blowing a long breath and rolling his eyes Heavenward as

“Where did you come from?” She asked. Eyes scanning one than the other. “You think I’ll offend her?” The man closer to her questioned the other, from behind her. Though he didn’t move. “No, Alazareth.” Bast stated in a sure tone. Picking out some walnuts and popped them in his mouth. “I think she’ll take your damn hand off.” Alazareth straightened. Cocking his head at her. “She doesn’t seem as dangerous as you say. Quite tiny and lovely really.” Her brows drew together, and hands fisted over the armrests of her chair. Teeth extending to points which protruded her upper lip. “Why does she look even angrier?” Alazareth queried. Moving to stand next to his brother to see her. “She’s upset we dare talk about her whilst she sits here with us.” Bast didn’t look over at her. Shuffling through the nuts, as firelight danced over his golden features. Her lips were so tight, they whitened. Bast finally cocked his head toward her,