Mortiswood: Kaelia Falling (Mortiswood Tales Book 2) by Gina Dickerson

Author:Gina Dickerson [Dickerson, Gina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-02T06:00:00+00:00

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‘You will allow them to leave?’ Aleinia lifted her long robe and carefully stepped over a decapitated body of a fallen Loyalist to stand beside Thom. Although she was taller than the Draugr, her reed thin frame appeared frail compared to the strength of his.

‘I will reclaim my bride.’ Thom withdrew a handkerchief from the pocket of his tight, dark jeans and wiped the residue of blood from his hands. ‘The necromancer has only taken her to rile me.’

‘Did you know his touch was also needed to melt the blade between Vanagandr’s jaws?’

‘Until he spoke those very words I did not.’ Thom tossed the bloodied handkerchief on the floor.

A frown creased the papery skin of Aleinia’s forehead. ‘I had assumed you did know which is why you have never disposed of The Dark One.’

Thom did not answer.

‘Or is there some other reason why you want him kept alive? You are never as lenient with those who resist or oppose you.’

Thom rounded on Aleinia and grabbed a handful of the swathing, drab cloth covering her chest. ‘You know full well why I want him alive.’

Aleinia carefully prised Thom’s fingers from her robe and dusted herself down. ‘That kind of behaviour will not work on me, Thom. I am older and wiser than you. I know you want the necromancer because you believe he is the only one capable of bringing Kaelia into The Salloki fold. I do believe you really did not know about the blade and the necromancer’s touch, yet I do not think you have been sharing the whole story.’

‘How much more of a story do you imagine there is?’

Aleinia’s reptilian gaze was unwavering. ‘If I knew I would not be asking.’

‘You should not be asking either way. I am your leader and it will serve you well to remember my power.’ With a flick of his long, black hair, Thom strode away from Aleinia and into the group of loyalists.

‘What shall we do with the body parts, Leader?’

Thom paused, and then turned to face the Loyalist—a dark alchemist—who had asked the question. ‘Do you know what?’ An evil glint sparked in Thom’s fiery eyes. ‘I have had it with all of the questions.’ Stretching his fingers out straight so the ragged nails protruded, Thom sliced the dark alchemist’s neck before the man had a chance to move.

Surprise widened the man’s eyes and he clutched at the gaping wound. Blood bubbled up and out of his mouth as he sank to the ground. No-one else dared as much as breathe. The loyalists all froze, moving only their eyes as their leader stooped and cupped a handful of the dying man’s blood in his hands. They watched Thom lift his hand to his mouth and drink the warm blood, eyeing each of them in turn.

Thom rose and licked his lips. ‘I trust you all understand.’

Aleinia folded her thin arms across her chest but did not speak; neither did any of the others.

Shrouding himself in purple smoke Thom juddered and shook into his decaying horse form.

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