Broken Skies: Age Of Magic - A Kurtherian Gambit Series (A New Dawn Book 5) by Amy Hopkins & Michael Anderle

Author:Amy Hopkins & Michael Anderle [Hopkins, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2018-03-25T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Garrett slapped a plate of bread and ham on a rickety table near the watchtower.

“Ye can’t be wastin’ away, not when the wee beasties are out for yer blood!” He could hear the manic edge to his own voice, but Bitch take his soul if he wasn’t pining for another round with the claw-legged bastards.

“And how are ye goin’ ta fight with a tummy full of bloat?” Bette jabbed a finger at his middle and laughed.

“It’s not fer me, lass. I don’t want young Julianne to go hungry, is all.” He looked at the table and crossed his fingers that the smell of hot rolls that had been baked fresh in hot coals would somehow pass through the rift and lure the demon spawn through.

“Sit yer ass down and eat,” Bette snapped.

“Is everything ok?” Julianne asked, casting a glance between them.

Garrett prickled under the collar. “I’m fine. Fine!” He glared at Bette as he jerked a chair out and sat down hard. Go on, he thought. I dare ye ta disagree.

Bette shook her head mournfully. “He’s anything but fine.”

“Bitch,” Garrett muttered.

“He’s afraid.” Bette held a hand out to examine her fingernails. “Poor dear got a right scare when that wee vark tried ta kill Marcus. Shook him up bad, the poor lad.”

“I’m NOT FUCKING SCARED!” Garrett bellowed, standing up and slamming his hands on the table.

Silence fell over the camp, and all eyes turned to him.

Garrett cast a nervous glance around, then slowly sat. “I’m not scared,” he repeated quietly.

“It’s alright, love,” Bette said soothingly. “We know ye were just scared for Marcus’s sake.”

Marcus opened his mouth to speak, then yelped. He leaned down to rub his ankle under the table, studiously avoiding Garrett’s glare.

“Yeah,” Marcus said. “For me. I was scared, too, dammit!”

Garrett barked a laugh. “Ye were fuckin’ terrified, weren’t ye? But we’ll show the pricks. Next time they come through, we’ll stab their beady wee eyes, and gut the bastards, and spread their entrails over the camp. We’ll show ‘em!”

“Aye, love.” Bette patted his arm. “We’ll spread ‘em all over. Now, have a roll.”

Garrett shoved a bite into his mouth, and promptly choked on it. Coughing and wheezing, he grabbed Bette’s arm, mouth open like a fish flopping on the floor of a boat.

“I’ll get ye some water, dear.” Bette stood far too slowly for his liking, but went towards the watchtower, where the drinking water was stored. “Err… Julianne, can ye help?”

Garrett’s eyes prickled, and bile rose in his throat. With a mighty heave, the lump of soggy bread shot out of his mouth and across the table. Marcus lurched out of its way, then prodded the offending lump with the end of his fork.

Garrett lurched to his feet.

“What are—” Marcus asked, then quieted when Garrett waved a hand to shush him.

Ignoring Marcus’s curious gaze, Garrett stumbled over towards the tower, as quietly as he could, despite the burning urge to cough.

“...and he just hasn’t been right since,” Bette was saying inside.

Garrett crouched, stuffing a hand into his mouth and biting down to stop the tickle in his throat.

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