Healing Lance (A Warrior's Redemption 1) by M.D. Grimm

Author:M.D. Grimm
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, adventure, fantasy, magic, redemption, sorcery, gay romance, sword
Publisher: M.D. Grimm

Gust woke with a cry on his lips. He struggled to sit up in bed, sweating and darting his gaze around his empty, dark room. Gods help him, what a messed-up dream. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. He hadn’t experienced anything that visceral in over a year. Apparently, that bear attack had affected him even deeper than he first suspected. The bear was now rampaging through the village where he’d found his parents’ bodies. The sight and scent of the massacre tightened his gut. He would never shake loose from them.

He took a deep breath and picked up the small wooden bear sitting on his bedside table. It was a cute little trinket, and it still touched him that Lance wanted him to have it. After two full days of the festival, between them they had won a number of small prizes. Lance had kept the rest of his, including a well-crafted dagger and a pair of leather vambraces made by Ally. He had no problem winning games and contests that dealt with implements of battle. Gust was good at the tossing games. He’d yet to get Lance to dance, and yet he hoped to accomplish it before the festival was over. At least one of the slow dances to protect Lance’s wound. He’d removed the stitches before they retired the night before, and yet the skin was still tender and raw.

Gust smiled in memory of Lance’s delight as he finally started to relax and enjoy himself. Despite the exhaustion of late nights and early mornings, Gust had never had so much fun at the festival before, and he knew the reason. Which was why the dream had caught him off guard.

It was still dark outside and he was wide awake. He set the bear down and changed his sleeping tunic, the original damp from his sweat. Without questioning his impulse, he padded out of his room. He checked on two patients residing with them, victims of overindulgence and bad choices, before peeking into Lance’s room. He almost laughed.

Lance had said the bed was too soft. Now he lay on the floor, fully dressed except for his sandals, and the blanket was bunched around his waist and tangled around his legs. The windows were wide open but no Brutus could be seen or heard.

Foolish, silly man. At least it was a warm night.

With a quiet sigh, Gust knelt and attempted to untangle the blanket so he could cover Lane completely. Before he could do more than tug at a corner, Lance’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist in a vice-like grip that bruised. Gust winced and shot his gaze to Lance’s face. Lance’s expression was nothing he’d ever seen before. Cold and deadly, Lance glared at him for a split second before relaxing and letting him go. He collapsed back on the floor and grunted.

“Gust? What are you doing?”

Gust rubbed his wrist, confused and a little worried. Sure, he’d watched Lance take on Dakar without breaking a sweat, and yet the rest of the time he was so docile and gentle.

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