An Evening's Truce by Roz P. Garrett

Author:Roz P. Garrett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sword and sorcery romance, romantic fantasy, romantic adventure
Publisher: Bellicose Books
Published: 2018-10-24T00:00:00+00:00

Belisare could feel the eyes of the others on her as soon as Ajit turned her back towards the tents. It wasn’t often that she lost control of her magic, and rarely did it get so out of control as it had tonight. Perhaps it was the change in the weather, or the slim rations they’d been living on. Whatever it was, she could never pin down what caused her magic to flare up. At least no one had been hurt. That had happened once before, and it had taken Batts nearly a year to do more than grunt in reply to her orders though even he had admitted it ‘were his own fault for pokin’ the glowin’ shit.’

She told herself that this was nothing new. She told herself that they knew her, and that knowing her meant more than any outburst of magic. She told herself that her mistake was no worse than the mistakes any of them had made. And she reminded herself that these were her lads, these were her friends.

Nothing she told herself worked.

She could feel their eyes on her, like their gazes were fingers outstretched in accusation, poking the blue crisscrossing her left arm as she passed. Belisare kept her attention on her destination rather than confront the looks aimed at her. It didn’t stop them looking, but it meant she could focus on walking past them instead of imagining their angry thoughts.

Ajit’s casual reassurances didn’t help. The lads fell silent as they caught sight of her. They huddled together shoulder to shoulder where they sat around the fire. Their gazes cut into her, deep enough to reach past the capable captain and into the woman below. Thankfully, the two of them reached her tent before she could bleed too much. After a few words to Ajit, she ducked into her tent and out of sight.

Out of their sight, at least. The interior of her tent wasn’t empty.

“I know what you’re going to say, and you’re right,” Gio said, hands held up in surrender before she could do more than take a breath. He was seated on one end of the furs that made up her bedding with the little hand lantern re-lit beside him. It cast the inside of the tent in a warm glow.

Remembering that it was, in fact, her tent and that the point of coming back to it was to get warm and sleep in the bedding that he was currently seated on, Belisare stood – or rather knelt her ground. She refrained from backing out of the tent entirely and trading her spot for his in one of the smaller tents closer to the fire. It wouldn’t be warmer than it was in her own tent with her feet sticking out one end, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to listen to what the lads were grousing about her.

Belisare didn’t have it in her to withstand the whispers just then. As was often the case when her magic escaped her, she felt drained of energy and sick to her stomach.

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