Morgana's Bodyguard by Lisa Daniels

Author:Lisa Daniels [Daniels, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven – Morgana

Crawling into Regal’s new den felt like a nightmare. Theon had spent the last two days helping to steadily boost her confidence, to prepare her for the possibilities of what was to come, but it remained in her skull like a headache, waiting to bloom into more intense pain.

The den resembled a horror movie set. It was huge, set in another warehouse two hours outside the city of Stoneshire, disguised as a carpentry plant. Black cloth draped the walls, along with pictures of twisted, demonic faces, hanging skeletons, and Halloween cobwebs. Grotesque party masks lined several shelves, from wolves to clowns to vampires, and Morgana supposed this used to be some kind of adult party store, once upon a time, since there was also something that looked suspiciously like a cactus-shaped dildo. Not that she would ever want to stuff something like that anywhere for her pleasure.

Along with the masked necromancers and the non-combatants slouching around, smoking and drinking, the place had a squalid, sordid atmosphere that made Morgana want to hightail it out before it was too late. Instead, she gripped onto Theon’s wrist for reassurance, and he seemed more than eager to offer it to her. It gave her a tiny amount of security in the throng of all these grizzled, hardened people. The usual pile of body bags lay on one side as well, with the necromantic magic helping to keep their flesh well preserved, long after death.

Regal was there, but with two other people, who both were dressed in a very dark, punk-rock attire, red streaks in their black hair, black pants, the shine of leather, chains, silvery bangles… they added a grunge-goth atmosphere that the other pits didn’t have.

“How wonderful to see you, Crimson,” Regal said, his eyes already trailing over Morgana’s red, long-sleeved top, the tartan colorings to her knee-length plaid, and her severely tied-back hair. With her mask, the overall effect she’d gone for when inspecting herself in the mirror was some kind of old, tribal Scottish warrior, and it certainly seemed to have an effect. There were few women in the venue to begin with, and each of them, like Morgana, had attempted to stick themselves out like peacocks. Theon glowered behind Morgana as she was introduced to Regal’s companions, Blight and Eleganza, a man and a woman, both of whom glowered at Morgana through their masks with baleful eyes.

“I’ve been telling Blight and Eleganza all about your… astonishing match,” Regal said. “And how I’ve invited you to this place, because I think you’re ready for fiercer competition. We have some of our best fighters attend this den. They rather like the setting, you see.” Regal’s icy eyes bored into Morgana, and it took her a second to realize she was holding her breath. He really looked like a predator. He also didn’t hide his face like the others, which told her he was confident in his presence, that people wouldn’t dare snitch on the process.

Perhaps because he held other people’s lives here in the palm of his hand.

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