Centyr Dominance (Champions of the Dawning Dragons Book 2) by Michael G. Manning

Author:Michael G. Manning [Manning, Michael G.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: magic, wizard, sorcery, fantasy, adventure, mage, mageborn
Publisher: Gwalchmai Press
Published: 2016-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Running would have made sense. In the dark it would be nearly impossible to find him, and he already knew they were homing in on sources of magic. Chad could just melt away into the night, forget everything, and keep moving. He could start over; he had done it before.

Hell, it wasn’t as though he had much anyway. Not many people would miss him, the bartender at the Muddy Pig, maybe—and Mordecai. But the Count was likely already dead. Moira had been fooling herself on that matter. That left the Countess, and he had never had the feeling that she was overly fond of him.

Only an idiot would try to fight. There was nothing to gain. Moira and Gram were both senseless. They might be dying already for all he knew. With so many enemies he would be throwing his life away for nothing.

Glancing down, he saw a faint glint. That was where his silver flask lay, empty and discarded. It had been one of his favorite possessions, a gift from a fool, a fool whose daughter lay unconscious not far away. Snatching it up, he slipped it back into his shirt before drawing his long knife once more. He wished he had his other knife as well, but he hadn’t recovered it from the body it was pinned under yet.

“Ye picked a bad day boys! I’m all out of whiskey, and I’ve got nothin’ left to lose,” he said loudly. Not that the enemy had paid any attention. They were almost on him.

Crouching low, he leapt forward, gutting the first to come within reach. A hard slash to his right caught another, and then they had him. Strong hands and heavy bodies bore him down. It was only then that he remembered that they might do something worse than kill him. Shit! I should have run.

Normal men would have beaten him while they had him down. That’s what people did in brawls. It was human nature. People that were riled up couldn’t help but kick a man once he was down. But these foes didn’t do that. They organized themselves and held him still without injuring him any further, and that terrified him.

A rush of air and the thunder of wings announced a new arrival. Searing flames appeared, blinding Chad’s night adjusted eyes with their brightness. The stench of burning flesh filled the night, a smell he had never wanted to experience again.

The ones holding him didn’t let go. They were trying to pry his mouth open.

Then the one sitting on his chest vanished, snatched upward by vast scaly jaws. Cassandra tossed the man like a ragdoll before bringing her head back like a battering ram to knock the ones holding his arms aside. Talons flashed and suddenly the ranger was free. The dragon stood over him and slowly turned her head, sending a steady stream of fire across a wide arc in front of her.

Everything burned.

Chad didn’t bother getting up. He was tired. No, not tired, I’m fucking exhausted.

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