Forgotten by Lisa Phillips

Author:Lisa Phillips
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fbi, thriller, suspense, supernatural, christian, druid
Publisher: Lisa Phillips

Chapter 19

Norfolk, England. 812AD

Damien pulled the sword from the blacksmith’s cooling rack. The sharp prick of a knifepoint jabbed against his neck.

“You’ll be dropping that now.”

Her voice broke against him like a wave crashing. He had to grit his teeth. “It’s my sword.”

“Says you.”

She knew very well…

He turned. Saw that gleam in her eye.

“Adelyn.” His voice was a growl. Thank Providence it had finally broken.

She grinned. Damien wound one arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Her blue skirt wrapped around one of his legs. He spoke with his mouth as close to hers as could be without touching their lips together. “Well you know, that sword is mine.”

“Aye, but what I didn’t know is that you’re more interested in it than anything else.” Her eyebrows rose and she slid her arms up his muscled shoulders, thick from swinging a scythe. “Or anyone else.”

His kiss disavowed her of any notion she might’ve had otherwise.

Adelyn pushed him away. “The nerve of you.”

Damien grinned. He stepped back and gave her a short bow. “My lady.”

She giggled. Her hair, gold as the morning sun, had dulled from a day of work. Her hands were soot-stained. Her face flushed from exertion. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.

He held out his hand.

Outside the blacksmith’s hut, a scream rang out.

Adelyn gasped. “The Vikings! They’ve come raiding again!”

Damien pulled his sword out. He swiped it through the air a few times, testing the weight of the new tang her father had hammered for him.

Adelyn rushed to his side and grasped his bicep. “What shall we do? There is nowhere to go. Father took the horses to the city.”

“Stay here.” He turned and took hold of her shoulders. “Hide. Do not let them find you.”

“You cannot think to fight them.” She shook her head. “‘Tis impossible.”

“I have to try.”

“Damien—”

“Hide, Adelyn. Please.”

She drew a sword of her own. “I’m coming with you.”

He saw the determined look on her face. The same look she’d given her father when they’d gone to him to ask if they could be married.

Damien sighed. “Very well.”

They ran from the hut and skirted the edge of the dwellings that made up the center of town. Horses screamed. Then he smelled it.

“Fire.”

Damien nodded to her and raced for his farm. Land supposedly inherited from his father. Little did anyone in this century know that his father had lived nearly a thousand years ago. So long that Damien didn’t even recall his face anymore.

They came in from the north, skirting the tree line. The house was still. Then he saw the men.

“Get down,” he whispered.

They both dropped to hide behind the cover of bushes and trees.

His hay was alight. The flames licked high into one of those rare summer blue sky days. The heat was scorching. The air itself thick enough he felt like he could cut it with his knife.

“How many?” she whispered back.

“Two.” Vikings, come to raid their lands. Take their gold.

At least, he hoped.

One went inside.

Damien watched, beseeching Providence that his plan might work.

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