Blood Curse (Branded Trilogy Book 2) by Flannery Kat

Author:Flannery, Kat [Flannery, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Imajin Books
Published: 2014-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

Kade watched with a heavy heart as she lay over her brother weeping. Her desolate sobs tugged at his soul causing his own eyes to water. Unable to survey the scene any longer, he left her to grieve.

He walked the campsite one more time. He searched for anything that would tell him who took the girl and why her uncle would hang himself. It didn’t make sense. He frowned. Why would Milosh do himself in if he had the girl? What benefit would come of that? Pril’s brother was taking Tsura to someone, he was sure of it, so why would he end his life before doing so?

He walked back to where Pril lay with Milosh and stood over them scanning the area with careful eyes. Something wasn’t right. He examined the tree Milosh had hung from. It would be impossible for him to place the rope around his neck then throw it over the branch ten feet above and hoist himself up.

He bent over Milosh’s body and inspected it for any signs of a struggle. He spotted the bruised and chafed skin around his wrists.

He’d been tied.

Kade went to Milosh’s head where he ran his hands across the sides then to the back of the skull and felt the large bump.

“Your brother did not kill himself,” he said.

Pril wiped her eyes and peered up at him.

“He has a lump the size of a mountain on the back of his head, and his wrists were bound. He did not die willingly. My guess is whoever killed your brother took Tsura.”

“But why?”

“Only you know that answer.”

“Why would I know such a thing?”

“Someone, other than Milosh and the Renoldis, want your daughter.”

She looked at her brother, and her lip trembled.

“Who is it?”

“I do not know.”

“Bullshit.”

She tipped her chin.

“Who hunts Tsura because of a curse?”

“I know of no such thing.”

“Tsk, tsk, Gypsy. Your lies are catching up to you.”

She shrugged.

He hooked his finger under her chin and forced her to face him.

“Before we left your clan you mentioned the curse.”

Recognition flickered in her brown eyes.

“Ah there it is. You remember.”

“The curse is a myth.”

“I care nothing of the curse but those that hunt her.”

She sighed, blowing the hair from her wet cheek.

“They are of three.”

He nodded.

“Brothers.”

“Who?”

“They call themselves Monroes.”

He hid any reaction to the name and asked, “Are these people similar to the Renoldis?”

“No.”

“What do they want?”

“I do not know.”

“I say you do.”

“I care not of your thoughts.”

He studied her—poised with cold tears left on her cheeks, defiant yet broken at the same time. She didn’t’ make any sense. The child had something the Monroes, Renoldis and Milosh wanted, and she knew what it was. He regarded Milosh, dead between them, and without saying another word he walked away from her.

She held the truth from him, and he couldn’t be angry with her for it. How could he expect her to be honest when he planned on stealing Tsura? He was no better than her. In fact, he was worse. He’d abscond with the one thing that kept Pril alive for reasons he had no control over, and it would kill her.

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