Kept (Bitten and Bound Book 3) by Amy Pennza

Author:Amy Pennza [Pennza, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scribble Pretty Books
Published: 2023-05-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twelve

GIVEN

I moved among the wounded of Lar Katerin, dispensing food and water and checking on healing burns.

It was afternoon the next day, and while the basket on my arm was heavy, my heart was lighter than the day before. I hadn’t solved all my problems. The lawn of injured knights and lowpeople was proof enough of that. But I felt better about the Making. I didn’t fully understand its purpose, but Laurent’s idea had merit. Every time I tapped into that deep, wild well of magic, I created flowers and grass. And I was getting better at it.

Most importantly, I hadn’t heard Midian last night. It seemed Jordan was right. In suppressing my magic, I’d dammed it up, forcing it to flow in directions I didn’t like.

A smile tugged at my lips. Jordan was right, but Igrith had warned me first. Something told me she’d have no trouble telling the Archmage to stuff it if she discovered he was taking credit for her wisdom.

The Archmage in question was nowhere to be found this morning. Jordan had made himself scarce since we arrived in Lar Budina. Ordinary Nor Doruvians paid him no mind, but the lords of the Council clearly viewed him with suspicion. Laurent and Varick were with the lords now, discussing possible next steps. Laurent had invited me to attend the meeting, but I knew nothing important would come of the Council’s deliberations. Retaking Lar Katerin was off the table until the reinforcements from the Wastes arrived.

Besides, I could do far more good helping the survivors of yesterday’s attack.

“We’ll need more bandages soon, Your Grace,” a soft voice said behind me.

I turned and smiled at Mira. She and Henrik were another reason for my improved spirits. They had arrived in Lar Budina at dawn, exhausted but otherwise unharmed. After a meal and a few hours of rest, Henrik had gone to help the knights tend the horses. Mira had insisted on feeding as many wounded as she could. When she’d grown too depleted, she became my shadow, helping me prepare salves for the vampires with minor burns.

“The ladies of the town brought more cloth,” I told her now. “It’s in the manor’s Great Hall. I just have to tear it into strips and roll it.”

Mira returned my smile with a shy one of her own. “I can do that for you.” Her breath formed little clouds in the chilly air.

“Are you certain?” I searched her face, looking for signs of fatigue. “You walked through the night, and then you gave so much blood.” I nodded toward the manor. “The most seriously injured are inside, but there’s still plenty of room in the bedchambers upstairs. Take a day to rest.”

Her smile grew, and her pretty brown eyes twinkled. “I’m not sure I’d know how, Your Grace. I grew up on a farm, and I’m the oldest of seventeen siblings.”

I gaped at her. “Seventeen siblings? My goodness.”

She nodded. “Trust me when I say sitting in the Great Hall making bandages sounds like heaven.

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