Magnus the Vast: A Fantasy Romance (Dokiri Brides Book 4) by Denali Day

Author:Denali Day [Day, Denali]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-13T16:00:00+00:00

15

Oath Mark

If Magnus stopped long enough to consider what he was doing, the horde king would kill him before he crafted an explanation. So he wouldn’t. But he was still probably going to die.

The common area rumbled and groaned with the excited howls of the Nozverak as their leader stripped his hide shirts, revealing a deadly expanse of muscle rippling beneath tight, blue skin. Kreesha.

Erik grabbed Magnus by the front of his shirt and pushed him back toward their clansmen, who huddled around with advice for the fight to come. Erik silenced them all with a slash of his hand through the air and an angry, blue gaze fixed upon Magnus.

“What are you doing, brother?” he demanded in their father tongue. “The Nozverak challenge their opponents to the death.”

Magnus raised his brows in an assessing way as he peered around Erik toward the violent, brawl-like show the Nozverak were putting on behind him. “I pieced that together.”

Erik squeezed Magnus’s shirt, bunching the fabric in his fingers. “Call it off.”

Rather than remove his brother’s hands, Magnus reached behind himself to peel his shirt overhead. “I don’t think your best friend Azol is going to let me limp out of here, no matter what I do.”

Erik’s hands fell away with the shirt when Magnus dropped it to the ground. “Take Yrsa and go. I’ll hold him off.”

Magnus snorted. “Your confidence in me is encouraging, brother. Truly, it is.” Several hands slapped him on the back as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck.

Erik batted the encouraging hands away before shoving Magnus hard in the chest. “Are you listening to me? He will kill you. You can’t beat him in hand-to-hand combat.”

Magnus drew in a breath and put his hands on Erik’s shoulders. Leaning his head in close, he said, “If I escape now, his own men will turn and kill him for posing an alliance with cowards. This truce between our kinds stands because of the respect he has for you.”

Erik narrowed his eyes. “It stands because they’re desperate.”

Magnus swallowed. “As are we all, brother.” His gaze slid in the direction of the Ebronians, to Nadine who was chattering about something with that piece of shit, Samar. “All except her.”

Only one thing was more certain to Magnus than his own impending death: his hamma was never going to give up the Eye. Not willingly. That meant this mission was either doomed to failure, or her own people would take it from her. Magnus couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t.

Azolirum stood at the center of a forming ring. Eyes on Magnus, he cracked his knuckles one by one before turning to revel in the rowdiness of his men. Perhaps Magnus didn’t have to win to preserve the accord. Perhaps he only had to show these creatures their potential allies were not so inferior as they believed them to be. Magnus could do that much. He was damn certain of it.

He swept an arm out and pushed Erik aside. His clansmen cheered him

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