Ageless Fury by S.L. Matthews

Author:S.L. Matthews [Matthews, S.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S.L. Matthews
Published: 2020-04-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter XVI

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Chapter XVII

Anora’s Call

Marina settled into her cot while she listened to the muffled argument between her mother and father. For most parents, it would have registered somewhere between a spirited debate and a conversation. For Marina’s parents, however, this was a fight. The topics ranged in and out of understanding, but always came back to one thing—the amulet.

She didn’t understand the urgency. Father had several old necklaces back in his office in the university, and her mother had a few odd items of jewelry around the house, but never had an item garnered quite so much attention. It was important, but to Marina, it was just an old, black necklace. Of course, she didn’t really get a good look either.

“Are you hungry, dear?” her mother called, snapping Marina out of her trance. She hadn’t even noticed they stopped arguing. The smell of fresh bread, boiled lamb, and thyme filled her senses. Stew. She wondered if they served anything else on this side of the world, but decided her mother had a long day, so a polite smile worked instead.

“Yes, mother,” she said. Though, the idea of lamb for the twelfth time in as many days turned Marina’s stomach.

Selene turned her attention back to the boiling pot, though her mind refocused on Marina’s father and the blasted black necklace.

“If you’re so certain, why don’t you say something,” Selene whispered. Marina assumed they were trying to avoid being overheard. She didn’t have the heart to tell them otherwise.

“And who would I tell?” Aramus asked, spinning to his endless stack of notes, strewn across the bed, the table, and the tarp-covered floor. “The sentinel? The Cyrean Guard? The tribune magistrates?” He pulled against his glasses, squeezing against the bridge of his nose. “There’s no one here I trust yet, Selene. And I’m not saying anything else until I’m sure. Not after…”

His thoughts drifted, and his eyes turned to Marina. He didn’t finish his statement, but he didn’t have to. Marina heard the threat. She saw the knife against her mom’s chest and the crazed look in the man’s eyes.

Marina pried her gaze away from her father. She didn’t want him to worry, but more importantly, she didn’t want him to see her worry.

The scent of spices pulled her attention back and she was once again accosted, perhaps filled, with lamb stew. Marina quickly wiped against her eyes and turned back toward her mother, who was standing over her with a small, wooden bowl filled with—it. A piece of bread had been torn away from the loaf and set into the stew, allowing the juices to seep into the pores. It was probably the best way to serve it, as otherwise, it would have been hard to tell which was softer, the loaf of bread, or the cot she was settling into.

“What about Dandrik’s brother,” her mother said, her focus quickly returning to their argument. “He said we should talk to Adagi as soon as we got to Feathermoon.” She stepped toward the slit in their tent, pulling slightly at one side.

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