Despite Mortal Sins by Hawke Anna

Author:Hawke, Anna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hawke Publications
Published: 2023-11-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Rukia gasped as Isaiah collapsed under a visible onslaught of agony. Derikles and the others had been hovering close by, as if they’d known it was coming.

She watched wordlessly as the pair of Raeths gently laid him out on the wide couch in the middle of the room. Then Jaeda was kneeling by his side, two fingers going to his temple and the other hovering over the gaping wound in his shoulder.

The depth of the laceration hadn’t been apparent until the golden axe had been removed—and she’d been stunned to see that it’d almost split him in two underneath the onyx fighting leathers that were still strapped to his torso.

And he’d been standing and smirking in spite of it.

The fool.

But now, Isaiah’s handsome features were utterly passive, completely expressionless, as he lay prone on the white leather couch. And from what Rukia could tell, his collapse hadn’t been due to the wounds he’d suffered on the battlefield, nor had it been from the massive amount of blood that he’d lost from both injuries.

Jaeda placed her fingers atop his blood-drenched sparing clothes and they disappeared in an instant. She cursed as soon as his wounded torso was bared.

Rukia finally found her voice. “What’s happened to him?”

“He went into recoil.” Derikles didn’t bother looking up, his eagle-eyed attention focused on the Raeth lying motionless before him.

“What does that mean?”

Brow furrowing, she took a single step toward Isaiah, only to be met by another Raeth blocking her path. Glancing up at the intimidating figure, Rukia met his gaze eye for eye, unflinching at the malevolent stare. The male Raeth was easily six foot six, two hundred fifty pounds of muscle and was built like a tank. Eerily pale green eyes held hers as he looked down his nose at her.

“Xedrix, stop,” Jaeda chastised, but her attention was focused on her task. Moments later, her concentration softened, and she glanced up to Derikles. “His mind is intact.”

All the Raeths seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, some of the tension ebbing out of the room. Both of Jaeda’s hands came to hover over the massive, bloody split in Isaiah’s shoulder just as a knock came to the door. No one moved to answer it, and a red-haired Raeth appeared in the living room only seconds later.

Wincing as she took stock of Isaiah, Circe swiftly rounded the couch and knelt by Jaeda’s side. “Which wound?”

“Shoulder first,” Jaeda instructed. “He’s bleeding internally.”

A diligent nod before Circe’s hands joined Jaeda’s over Isaiah’s chest. Rukia shifted uneasily on her feet and clasped her arms together over her chest, suddenly feeling as if she were an intruder here, a voyeur into the private workings of Raeth clan life.

For the past two nights, Isaiah had been hers alone—her constant when her world had faltered. No small amount of possessiveness began to build within her, and if she was honest with herself, this wasn’t the first time she’d felt it. Regardless of his clan’s feelings towards her presence, she moved forward.

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