Claiming the Jackal by Glass Seressia

Author:Glass, Seressia [Glass, Seressia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Hector stalked across the polished wood floor, the sound of his boots an indication of his rage. “This has gone on long enough! For centuries we have been in defensive mode, engaging the Lost Ones as we encounter them while protecting the humans. The time for defense is past. It’s time for us to attack first!”

Markus sat in the chair behind his massive carved desk, his fingers steepled together. “How do you propose we do that? They use portals to travel. We don’t know where their lair is.”

Hector planted his feet. “We know who leads them. We know who controls them.”

Markus leaned forward. “Do you know where Amansuanan is hiding?”

“No.” Hector clenched his fists in frustration. “But I bet one of the Isis witches does.”

Something rolled through Markus’s eyes. “Which one?”

“I don’t know. One of the older ones who was around when Amansuanan was part of their circle. I find it hard to believe that none of them know anything about that witch or the one who escaped through the portal with her when we battled them.”

“High Priestess Aya is the oldest of the priestesses in her circle,” Markus said. “She trained with Amansuanan. Like me, she was there when we discovered the bodies of Sekhanu and High Priestess Asharet. She thought Amansuanan had perished in that attack as so many others, jackals and priestesses alike, had.”

“She could be lying,” he bit out. “They all could. No Isis witch should be trusted!”

The clan leader didn’t move, didn’t raise an eyebrow, but Hector felt the press of his anger all the same. “Tread carefully, Hector,” he said in a tone all the more dangerous for its softness. “Your Anput is a Daughter of Isis.”

The rebuke in Markus’s tone made Hector drop his gaze, as submissive as his anger would allow him to be at that moment. He’d lost a good jackal, several more were injured and one was missing. His failure to protect their people weighed heavily on him. He needed to do something, anything, and the fact that they had no leads, no clues to hunt down their enemies, chafed him.

Somehow he bit back his anger. “Our Anput pledged herself to you and the clan under Anubis’s eternal eye. We all know that you now have a blood bond with her, because we can feel her through the clan bond. She may be a Daughter of Isis, but she is a jackal now. One of us. I trust her. But I don’t trust the other priestesses. While it’s true none of them have done anything suspicious while they’ve been here, I’m not going to relax the guards watching them. I’m not going to trust them. Any of them.”

* * *

Rana leaned against the wall outside the office, her hands pressed to her mouth. Hector’s words shouldn’t have hurt her, especially after the way he’d acted with her in the infirmary. Still, his lack of trust, especially after she had been so intimate, so stripped bare with him, sliced through her.

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