Bachiyr Omnibus by David McAfee

Author:David McAfee [McAfee, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-07-05T22:00:00+00:00

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Taras, meanwhile, was on the other side of the city, trying to digest the strange news he’d just received. The woman said her name was Lannis. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite remember where he’d heard it. He thought he recalled something about a very powerful Bachiyr by that name, someone akin to Ramah, the monster he’d barely escaped in Jerusalem all those years ago. If so, he didn’t want any part of what she had to offer.

“I don’t need your help,” he said. “I can find Theron on my own.”

She nodded. “Of that I have no doubt. But can you defeat him?”

He was about to say yes, of course he could, but something about the bemused smirk on her face kept him silent.

“You can’t,” she said for him. “You have no idea what he is like. He would destroy you in less than a minute.”

“I almost killed him in Jerusalem,” Taras pointed out.

“That you did, but how did you manage?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was it a fair fight? Or was he preoccupied with something? Did you have his full attention?”

Taras didn’t like the smile on her face.

“Was he,” she pressed, “looking at a map or some such thing when you attacked him from behind?”

“How the devil can you know that?”

“Answer the question, Taras.”

He stared at her, willing her to look away, desperate for some sense of control, but she stared back. Her face gave him nothing. Eventually his eyes fell to his boots. “All right,” he said. “Theron had me beaten and near death. He’d all but discounted my existence when he turned to his map. It was only through the odd strength he’d given me the day before that I was able to stand and sneak close enough to plunge my sword through his back.”

“In the back, Taras?”

His eyes shot to her face. Her eyes sparkled with barely contained humor. Surely, she knew who he was in life. Stabbing a man in the back, while viewed as dishonorable, was often simply a measure of his profession. Caution kept you alive as an assassin.

Of course she knew. How could she not. She knew everything else. He dropped his eyes to his boots again. “It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done. Not even close.”

“I thought not. That’s why I came to you, Taras. You have an innate sense of practicality which should make my offer more enticing.”

He sat on the bed, knowing a business discussion when he saw one. “Offer?”

Lannis sauntered up to him, placing the tip of one dainty finger to his chest. She swirled it, teasing his skin. The rumble of desire that her fingers roused in him kept his mind unfocused, and he forced himself to remember Mary’s face in an attempt to regain control. It helped, but only a little.

“So you are Lannis,” he said.

“You’ve heard my name before,” she replied.

Taras nodded.

“I thought so. I could tell when I introduced myself. But do you know who I am.”

Taras saw no need to respond.

She jabbed her finger into the flesh of his shoulder, causing him to jerk backward.

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