Fate of the Demon by Miranda Honfleur & Nicolette Andrews

Author:Miranda Honfleur & Nicolette Andrews [Honfleur, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-30T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The błędnica’s mesmerizing broken by the wall of ice, Brygida dismounted and pulled out a wrapped bundle of smoked venison Mamusia had packed for her. Demon screamed, but she held a finger to her lips, uttering a soothing sound.

He clopped his hooves in the snow but quieted.

Approaching the wall of ice, she came face to face with frost-white eyes and matching hair in enormous cascades. Pale bare skin that shimmered on a perfect feminine body. Feet capped in crystalline nails slowly neared the translucent barrier.

Lowering her gaze, Brygida let a doorway dissolve in the ice, and the spicy scent of cloves tickled her nose. Keeping her eyes from the błędnica’s face, she bowed. “Forest spirit, woodland wanderer, lady of the trees, we humbly make you an offering of nourishment and ask for safe passage through your realm.”

She knelt in the snow and reverently placed the wrapped bundle, bowing low, touching her forehead to the cold ground, shivering in the silence.

Whether a bundle of smoked venison would be rich enough to spare their group, she didn’t know. But it was their only hope.

Her heart rose into her throat, beating wildly in the quiet, until soft footsteps crunched in the snow.

A shadow darkened over her.

She trembled uncontrollably, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

The shadow grew… and then it was gone.

She dared not rise, not yet, but the shadows on the ground were once more short noon-day shadows. The unnatural light had disappeared.

Maybe a little lift. She raised her chin, just enough.

The wrapped bundle was gone, and only slender footprints remained.

The błędnica had accepted their offering.

A relieved sigh rippled from her lips, and she looked over her shoulder at Demon. He tossed his head and shifted his dark forelock out of his eye.

She stood on trembling legs. As she retreated back to him, she grasped onto his neck to hold her up, leaning her face into his mane. She’d faced demons before, but she didn’t have Mama’s or Halina’s immunity to them, and outside her witchlands, in a waking forest, she was out of her depth. She had to count on the knowledge her mothers had handed down to her, and on Halina’s guidance, to get through this.

Thank you, Mama and Mamusia. You’ve saved me yet again.

A bark echoed from behind a cluster of pines. She had to find the others.

She tried to climb into Demon’s saddle, but her blackmarked arm went limp and she slid back to the ground. She stared at her trembling limb. Was this the effect of the blackmark or her rattled nerves?

Demon lowered for her, bowed and waiting. With a whisper of gratitude, she mounted up, then followed one of two trails of hoofprints the others had left.

Ahead, Kaspian paced a furrow in the snow, raking a gloved hand through his hair. Against the black sable fur of his cloak, his blond was a light amber, a dreamy summer wheat field. His hand took turns hovering over the hilt of his sword and clenching into a fist.

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