All Chapters of The Price of Vengeance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“You’re far too close.” She grumbled an hour later. Wiggling uncomfortably in the saddle. Oblivious to what she was doing to his body in the process. Or pretending to be. “What? I can’t ride my horse now?” His voice was chiding. “And I’ll be the one guiding him. Thank you.” Pulling the lead from her hand completely made his broad shoulders swallow her back and corded brown arms fold around her to steer the animal. She squeezed her shoulders together and her body tightened against him. “I’m perfectly capable of leading him!” “Not well.” “Is it even possible to do a poor job of guiding a mount?” She asked chidingly. “It is mine. Do you know him?” No, she does not. “He’s a horse. Like any other.” Not nearly. She sensed his dubious look. “Were you bored with your men?” His abrupt conversation caught her off-guard. “What?” Nim twisted to blink at him over her shoulde

The whole time they’d stood in the Great Hall they’d been completely surrounded by silent Firoque. Firoque which were now shrieking as they alerted each other of a threat. Alarms went off in Nealinim’s head. There were far too many Cimmerii in this room to take on. With Nierwae’s focus on Disseus, Nim mouthed to Styx. “Are you bound down by magic?” Eyes wide he lowered his head in assent. Nim winced. Nierwae was powerful and she had limited time to break the spell. While her mind raced, the Demon King’s next words drew her attention. “You’re no regular Harbinger though. Are you Boy? If you were...I could read you.” Nim’s eyes moved to Disseus. Wondering what he was talking about. A muscle in Disseus’ jaw ticked rhythmically. His level gaze was ice cool. “I’m the result of a Harbinger and a First Water Guardian.” “A Dark Harbinger.” Nierwae murmured in fascination. “What?” Nim froze in shock. How

No! Disseus paused. His head shooting up like a startled buck. “Nim!” Nierwae had returned to the throne and taken the massive seat to watch the scene avidly. An evil smirk turning his lips. “We’ll see who has her now?” Seeing his Firoque blade stuck in her had not taken her off her feet, he announced. “I’ve changed my mind. Save the pretty little ruby for my hands. I’ll make her pay for her misplaced loyalties...” He was giving Disseus a challenging look. “Save her now, Harbinger…” “I’ll kill them all.” Nim warned. Cradling her injured shoulder around the blade. That sent fear shooting through Disseus. Knowing her determination he was sure she wouldn’t stop until she was dead. He wasn’t about to let her die alone. She’ll never be alone again. “With one arm?” Nierwae asked her, doubtfully. Laughing coldly, he gave a dismissive gesture. “You’ll soon grow weary my delicate.” Another Firoq

“Now!” Disseus roared. So, commandingly that Styx nodded. Finally climbing up. Kicking a few of the Cimmerii rodents off his legs to get up. great weight was already bearing her down. Making her duck lower on weary legs. “Go!” Disseus fought the demons back in a ring around her, trying to give her room. Running ahead far enough to make a path for her. She stumbled across the bailey, attempting to get enough momentum to go up. As she launched into the air, Disseus followed. Catching her foot and sheathing his sword to hang onto her claw with both hands. Waiting until the last moment to add his weight to the nearly unbearable mix. Cimmerii surged after them in a wave. Piling atop each other as they strained to reach Disseus’s swinging feet. But they weren’t quite able to touch them. All Nierwae could do was stand in the bailey shrieking furiously. He watched Nim take to the air over the bailey wall. Disseus stared down at him. Swinging t

He cursed himself for six kinds of a fool. Focusing on the now, he swept his hair back from his face, and checked her body for further injuries. She woke briefly when he turned her onto her opposite side to see if the dagger had gone clean through. It hadn’t. As he rolled her flat again, he noticed her eyelids fluttering. Her gaze focused on him. He met it steadily. Looking rather pale himself. “You certain this is what you want?” I do not want to do this. “The faster it’s out, the faster I can heal.” She kept saying that. His only thought was. If it doesn’t kill you in the process. “Do it.” She urged. Shaking his head worriedly, he drew an unsteady breath. Putting his palm flat on her chest, just below her collar to hold her in place, he applied his weight there. Steadying her body against her shivering. He grabbed the crude metal handle.