Faery Faith Series Bundle by R Garland Gray

Author:R Garland Gray
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Medallion Media Group
Published: 2005-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

UNDER THE VAST BLUE SKY, a sea of tall grasses and yellow flowers rippled in the afternoon breeze.

Bathed in the shady sunlight, Keegan rested on his back under the branches of a lone oak tree. On either side of him, sprawling roots reached outward, some to the bank of the river at his right and others toward the high dry land. Covered by white pelts, he was naked again, suffering between sweltering and sickly chills brought on by the Darkshade poison in his system. A burning ache spread into his blood. His head felt thick and muffled under a black cloud of clinging mist. Bress’s faeries used a Darkshade dagger on him, full of black conjuring and slow acting poison, a dagger meant to quell a guardian. There were few of these magical daggers in existence and still fewer who knew their true purpose. Having once reigned over the faery realm, Lord Bress would know.

He shifted again and pain sliced through his stomach. His jaw clamped shut. Wounds from a Darkshade dagger tended to fester, claiming one’s potency before the ultimate and final end.

I doona have the time for this. He knew the worst part of the poison was yet to come. He had to remain strong, had to find Valor. He could not leave Lana alone to finish the quest, a quest his king had given him.

“How do you feel?” his fair one asked, blessedly unaware of his inner battle.

He edged himself into a sitting position. The pelts slipped down, the fur stained by the green mush over his stomach wound. “I am well enough.”

“I doubt it.”

Her dark jewel eyes were level with his and he saw a new found boldness there, something intrinsic, the darker side of the sacred feminine. He looked away. She tapped into that strength and fierceness, confirming her true destiny, and for some reason it upset him greatly.

“Do you think I speak an untruth?” he prompted in annoyance.

“Regarding this, aye I do,” she said firmly.

“What do you know about illness?” He struck out like a wounded beast. Resentment of his body’s growing weakness unknowingly fueled the magical poison.

“I have lived on a farm and cared for animals all my life, Keegan. I am able to recognize fever, sweat, and chills, not to mention bloody wounds. Why are you so angry with me?”

“I am not angry with you,” he ground out, pushing her hand away from his arm. “Why do you insist on caressing me?”

Her eyes shined with hurt. It tore him up inside. He did not know how to deal with these feelings, this caring and need for her.

“Even guardians can be injured,” she said compassionately.

“It is ill-timed right now,” he grumbled, and glared at the green paste in her small hand. “What are you planning to do with that?”

She motioned to his stomach. “’Tis that time again. The green paste has turned brown.”

He shook his head, not wanting the mushy stink on his hurting flesh, no matter its purpose.

A delicate brow arched in reproof.

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