All Chapters of The Price of Vengeance: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Where is this guild?” “They call it the Blue Lark.” Nim said. “There is a leader among them. They call him Savage Jack, King of the Seditious. He would be the one you may wish to speak to.” Styx lowered his head in a nod. “But you must always let me know where you are. So, I might find you again.” Styx drew a long breath. “Always.” Nim gave him a long-pained look. Before opening her arms to welcome him. He came to the other side of her bed and knelt to drop his head to her stomach. The top of his head brushing his sister’s. She cradled them both. Feeling more comforted and at peace, then she had for decades. Suddenly the door opened again. Banging against the wall. Disseus stood there, with Bernus pulling on him. “Sorry Princess!” Bernus declared. Aardix pushed past both of them to stand next to his wife, guarding her against any potential threat. Disseus didn’t care where everyone else

Nim continued her tale. Speaking of all that had happened since they parted. After her son, Styx, had been born in the forest she’d had a time of peace. Enjoying his unconditional adoration and savoring the warm love she felt for him. But as time passed and he grew more independent. The familiar loneliness returned. In that loneliness, she’d begun a romance with a human man. And had, again, conceived. Marnie. He recognized. When she had caught tracks in the woods, belonging to Nierwae, she’d had to abandon her children and lure the demon deep into the Untamed Forest. Where she had trapped him under the Dead Place. Locking him in an underground prison. Until the day he was inadvertently released. Which had resulted in him coming for Nim and Marnie. Discovering Styx, in the process. When he’d moved to take both women, Styx had offered himself as a protegee. A prospect, Nierwae had greedily taken him up on. Leaving Nim to

She was clinging to the bark of the tree behind her in a white-knuckled grip. His nimble fingers worked along her soft folds, until able to caress around her entrance. Smoothing the silky dampness there until his finger could glide smoothly into her. She drew a quick breath at the sudden sensation. He dropped his elbow against the rough bark so he could lean his face against her. Exchanging breaths with her as he discovered and challenged the depths of her. Working his finger in brushing strokes. Agonizingly slow, torturous in their expertise. Rubbing along that spot that made her writhe against his hand, yearning for more. Bark scraped under her fingernails. Perilously close to jabbing beneath as she clawed at it to steady herself. She blinked slowly but as the sensations circled through her, they forced her neck tight, driving her head upward. His lips fell to the side of that delicate throat. Wrapping warmly along the flesh and sear

Men, or what had once been fey men, launched from the trees. Their black wings splaying and whooshing like sails in a breeze. Their long hair resting down their bare chests and backs and along their unclad arms. Only worn pants covered their legs. Dark brown fur rested along their cheekbones and across their brows. Circling their sides and wrapping their hips. The mark of demonkind. He recognized. “Brother.” Clawdus, the closest to a friend Disseus had once known, landed nearest him. “Welcome!” Disseus hadn’t seen him since they were children. Only beginning to emerge into manhood. He was opening his arms in greeting. A wide grinning spreading the face that was now so much different from the one he’d known as a child. “I’m not here for you.” Disseus dismissed. “Well. That’s a shame.” He tilted his head. His hair, once as bluish white as Disseus’ was now singed a coarse brown. “Because we’re here for you.” “I’ve no quar

Every Harbinger knew the ancient myth. A song once sang by the elders. Of both the First Water Fey and the Harbinger kind, alike. It told of one born from demon blood and harbinger fey that would emerge as the strongest among them. One to lead them all. One that would demand utter obedience and destroy them. It was sang that this Dark Harbinger would irrevocably change the ways of First Water Fey and Harbingers. Clawdus and the injured fey next to him, looked from Disseus monopolizing the air to Nierwae who stood with trees bowing in toward him. So tall that he bent them. And the words of that song echoed in their minds. As did Clawdus’ words. ‘Who do we fear most?’ His meaning was clear. The harbingers were going to have to choose who they’d continue to attack. More were getting injured. Raining from the sky in crumpled heaps. Seeming to have little effect on the densely armored skin of the airborne Dar