Clash of Storms (Legends of the Storm Book 3) by Bec McMaster

Author:Bec McMaster [McMaster, Bec]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lochaber Press
Published: 2018-09-10T18:30:00+00:00

18

By the time they reached the coast, they'd gone as far north as they could. Sirius had managed to pick up Árdís's trail again, and soon they stared down at a small village tucked in a sheltered bay.

"Their trail's barely half a day old," Sirius said, scenting the air. "I can smell the princess."

Malin felt a prickle of nervousness flood through her as they followed the trail marked by several small beinakerling that led the way. She paused near the village and added a rock to the top of the small rock cairn. She'd have preferred to add an animal bone, but there was no sign of any nearby.

"Let me guess? Old myths?" Sirius mused, his cloak flapping in the stiff breeze. The winds were stirring and dark clouds lingered in the west. A storm, by the look of it.

"It's for good luck," Malin replied. "And you shouldn't mock the old ways."

Sirius paused, then reached down to fetch a rock of his own to add to the top of the bone crone. "One never knows when one might need some luck. Especially when one has a flighty princess to catch."

He flashed his teeth at her in a smile, but Malin could barely manage a nod.

How in Tiamat's name was she supposed to do this?

Last night had torn the veil from her eyes in regards to her feelings for this powerful dreki warrior. There was a not-so-small piece of her that had wanted to lean into his arms, and draw them around her.

Forever.

What was she thinking?

There was no forever.

There couldn't be.

Sirius was barely hours behind the dreki princess who would bring him everything he desired. The second he had Árdís in hand, their time together would vanish like a dream upon waking.

And Malin would be forced to venture on alone, bereft of her family and home, and stricken by the sudden realization this darkly handsome prince had stolen a little piece of her heart when she wasn't looking.

Sirius's smile faded. "You're not planning on foiling my efforts again?"

She buried those new feelings deep.

"No horse left to steal." He wouldn't give up this foolish quest—he couldn't, if he was to save his brother—but nor could she give in. "No way of knocking you unconscious."

"Aye, but there are quite a few handy cliffs in the area."

"If I push you off a cliff, you're more than capable of flying safely away. Don't think I haven't thought about it."

"I'm running low on trousers," he admitted. "Bursting out of this last pair will leave me with only my skin to wear."

"I wouldn't have thought you'd care." Sirius hadn't hesitated to strip when changing shape, despite her blushes and the way she adamantly gave him her back.

And it's not as though he has a reason to hesitate....

The dreki male was spectacularly well put together. Æsir and Vanir alike would have wept with jealousy to see him.

"I don't wish to strike envy into the hearts of all the local mortals. It wouldn't be good for the morale of local men.

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