Dagger-Star by Elizabeth Vaughan

Author:Elizabeth Vaughan [Vaughan, Elizabeth]
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
ISBN: 9781436203029
Publisher: Berkley Sensations
Published: 2009-05-11T22:18:15+00:00

RED lounged in her chair her boots up on the corner of a well-worn wooden table, with a full belly, and a mug of ale in her hand. She was trying desperately not to let her face show the extent of her boredom.

It wasn’t something she was good at, so she scowled into her mug. That she could do.

Lady High Priestess Evelyn was seated next to Red. She looked over with a mild expression, and raised one eyebrow.

Red lowered her boots to the floor.

High Baron Fael was an excellent host. He’d welcomed them publicly, allowed Evelyn to present Red, viewed her birthmark with interest, and announced his desire to learn more of the Chosen. He’d invited them to sup with him, and now his hall was filled with men and dogs and the remains of a wonderful meal.

They’d been seated in all honor at the high table. High Baron told great stories of his hunts. Auxter was listening with keen interest, but the Lady High Priestess had a polite look on her face. Red was willing to wager that the woman was actually asleep with her eyes open.

Except for her boots-off-the-table look.

Auxter and Evelyn had tried to bring the conversation around to the Chosen, and Lord Fael’s support. But the man managed to dodge every question, and parry with an observation about the hunt. But from his sly looks and soft smiles, Red knew she had his attention in other ways.

Red let her head loll back to observe the great hall they were in. High Baron Fael believed in showing the fruits of his labors, and many a set of antlers were hanging on the walls. A fair number of skins as well, to cut the drafts. Red admired them, but for some reason her mind’s eye seemed to compare the hall to a small hut with herbs hanging from the rafters.

Red straightened, and scowled into the fire pit before her.

The men had been sent off to the barracks. Their host had taken pains to see to their comfort, true enough. But one more story of running down a deer and she would—

Red scowled at her mug again. Hard to get a man’s backing if he was gutted on your blade.

Pity.

To give the man his due, he was a charmer. Lord High Baron Fael was a big man, easily as tall as Bethral. Broad at the shoulder, narrow at the hips. His reddish-blond hair was thick and wavy, and his eyes sparkled bright blue.

Here was a man, a warrior, who thought as she did. Spoke her language. A man who knew the difference between a cestus and a halberd and knew how to use them both. Handsome, charming—and certain sure, if his bed was as busy as Josiah—

Red cut that thought off.

As they said, then certain sure Fael’d be a skilled lover.

Here she was, wearing fine armor that almost seemed to breathe with her, light and comfortable. Her blades were sharp, her ale was cold, her belly was full, and her itch about to be well and truly scratched….

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