Ire of Silver by Sevannah Storm

Author:Sevannah Storm [Storm, Sevannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Champagne Book Group
Published: 2022-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Rukk released a long breath as the chamber door shut behind him. There was a finality to the sound it made, as if it ended a part of his life he cherished. Heaviness weighed on his heart, a mixture of fear and trepidation. Challenging Venec wouldn’t be easy, and failing would cost Rukk’s brothers much. Yet if they did not confront him, Kethil’s fate without the aid of the lawbringers wasn’t a favorable one.

“I’m sorry? What in cursed hell did we just see?” Tarid stood there, dazed, slicing glances between the stone floor and the chamber door.

“Venec was virginal when he met with the Iomhar, the last innocence in a warrior male. This has me wondering if the Ravenous Dark found him appealing, and who, in the Iomhar, still stand for Kethil?” Rukk didn’t want to hover outside Venec’s door. The male was unpredictable, and it was best to face him with reinforcements. He strode toward the stairs. Tarid followed.

“Will you start the summoning of our brothers? We need to gather.” Rukk paused on the stairs, turning to face Tarid. “Don’t forget to go through the texts with Sharn.”

“Am I doing everything?” He threw a furious look at Rukk. “You have missed your Thursday schedule; will you be attending to that this evening? You rutting while I save the Tower?”

“Rut with Sharn while looking at texts, if it pleases you, brother. I must speak with Erwana. I shall find you afterward and help where you deem necessary.” He flashed a smile, hoping to ease the tension solidifying his brother’s shoulders.

“She hates me, as you well know.” Tarid sighed. “Very well, don’t tarry.”

Rukk passed him, chuckling as he did. The sound reverberated up the stone stairwell, a fleeting moment of joy before they faced a momentous task for which they hadn’t prepared.

He hurried down the stairs too, hoping Erwana had good news for him even as he brought her confirmation of her suspicions. A few magi lingered in the passageways, their expressions grim when they whispered to each other. Their presence meant some of his lawbrothers must have returned. He nodded as he went by them. They were his equals and due his respect, now more than ever since they would be fighting side-by-side.

“You may enter,” Erwana said when he raised his hand to knock.

He pushed the door open, and warmth seeped through him from a fire blazing in the hearth. Her chambers were the exact size of Venec’s, but candles illuminated every inch. The dense fur of a grandl lay on the stone floor, hiding the protection runes below. Scrolls lined one wall, and her narrow bed rested against the opposite side. Artifacts, tables with maps, and green plants—flourishing despite the oncoming winter—filled the remainder of the chambers. A square table held an untouched plate of food, the aroma rich and enticing.

Erwana looked up from the book she read. She gestured to the table before focusing on the pages. “I took the liberty of ordering you nourishment.”

Rukk assumed the chair, raising a spoon to sample the stew.

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