Hex Breaker (The Fenearen Chronicles Book 1) by Taryn Noelle Kloeden

Author:Taryn Noelle Kloeden [Kloeden, Taryn Noelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Winds Press
Published: 2017-03-20T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Nero smeared his bloody palms across his breeches. The old hag had slashed him below his eye, but the tonic she'd given him served to numb the pain. Leaving her crumpled remains for Roxen, Silver, and Bayne to find, Nero left Thera's den with a smirk. But as the rush of killing flowed from him, despair crept into his bones. He had taken Roxen's only family from him, and Bayne and Silver would blame themselves, but his situation had not changed. He was still alone, losing everything he had ever known.

He hurried through the woods toward the wilds between the Densite and the Maenoren encampments. But an unexpected scent stopped him. He slipped behind a large cedar trunk.

Six Maenorens stalked through the trees. Perhaps they were spies, attempting to find a more direct way to destroy the last remaining stronghold of Fenear. Nero smiled. He would not be the only one to lose everything.

A raven darted to a branch above his head, startling Nero. The bird stared at him with clouded black eyes. Nero stared back. There was something odd about the bird. It smelled rotten. It cawed, flapping its wings.

“What in the–” Nero broke off as he heard the Maenorens crashing toward him. Despite his treatment, he was in no shape to fight six men, or to run from them for that matter. Fear laced his veins. So much for Bayne's mercy. He would die after all.

As the men closed in on his hiding spot, a tantalizing aroma reached him. A young woman. Nero knew women did not fight in the Maenoren army, so why was she there? He peeked around the trunk. The raven soared from the branch to the woman's shoulder, and Nero's breath quickened. She was glorious. Despite his impending death, Nero could see only her shining dark locks, full lips, and generous curves. Who was this beauty, and what was she doing behind enemy lines?

The raven turned its beak toward the cedar tree, gurgling.

The woman nodded. “Nero Geddeont. We mean you no harm, please reveal yourself so that we may talk.”

Hearing his full name sent Nero into a spiral of confusion. None of this made sense. Was he dreaming? Or had Bayne killed him and sent him to Hell? It did not feel like Hell when such beauty existed in it. Curiosity eased Nero from his hiding place.

“Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“My name is Morna Helena, sent from Lord Rhael Demetrian's court. I have come to offer you terms, Nero. And as far as how I know who you are goes,” she stroked the bird perched beside her graceful neck, “the Da' Gammorn control many creatures. One such thrall witnessed your battle with Alpha Bayne.”

The idea that there could be any manner of undead beast watching him from the trees unnerved Nero, but he maintained composure. “What do you mean, offer me terms?”

Morna approached, gesturing the guards to stay behind. They obeyed, but did not remove their hands from their swords.

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