Burning Bright, the Lost Gods 2 by Megan Derr

Author:Megan Derr [Derr, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Fiction, Gay, Epic, Religious
ISBN: 9781620041406
Google: xM1WLwEACAAJ
Amazon: 1620041405
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Published: 2012-05-07T12:00:00+00:00

Part Two

Those who are loved are never forgotten, as those who love never forget. ~Old Pozharian saying

Chapter Eleven

"How is he?" Ivan asked as Shio sat down wearily across from him.

"Perfectly miserable," Shio replied, picking at her fish without enthusiasm.

Ivan grunted and went back to choking down his own food. "He needs to leave," he said at last. "I don't think staying will do him any good."

"I can secure him passage once we get to the harbors," Ailill said.

"The trick of course is getting him to move from that bed," Shinju said despondently. "Like trying to remove a starfish once it's stuck to something." The ghost of a smile flickered across Ivan's face as the ocean reference completely passed him by. "Something like that, no doubt." He poked at a remaining bit of sausage, then shoved his bowl away and focused on his tea, which had turned tepid. "I suppose he'll move when he's ready."

"Yes," Shio said softly, and finally gave up on her piece of fish. "I think I'm going to go for a walk or something." She stood up and walked off across the pavilion, Shinju following right behind her without a word.

"I wish there was something I could do," Ailill said softly. "I did not know him long, but it was long enough to understand why they're so heartbroken." Ivan shrugged. "We seldom crossed paths, just every few months or so when I needed them for a job too delicate for my men to handle. But looking at them, you'd never guess them for street urchins. Both of them…always seemed happy about things. It's not right, somehow, seeing Raz…"

Ailill nodded. "I agree." He gathered up the remains of their food and threw it out. "Shall we go elsewhere?" He held out a hand to help Ivan up, and was slow to let it go as they walked back to their room. They paused as they passed the third door on the right side, and Ivan looked in to see that Raz was still buried in his bed, all but dead. Biting back the urge to say something, knowing there was nothing that would help, Ivan quietly closed the door and continued to the next door, letting Ailill close it. He collapsed onto the bed nearest the window, the first time he'd really laid down since they'd dragged Raz into town and gotten him to lie down.

Now they couldn't get him out of bed. Used to sleeping alone, it was startling but immediately appealing when Ailill lay down next to him, arm sliding around him to tug Ivan close. Lips feathered across his cheek, teeth nipped at his nose, and Ivan opened immediately when Ailill finally gave him a proper kiss. He tasted like sweet tea and green things, a flavor Ivan realized was inseparable from the Highlander. He buried on hand in soft hair and held him close, half-afraid that if he let go, he'd realize he was dreaming. "You're dangerous, Highlander."

"I could say the same for you, merc," Ailill said.

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