Nathaniel Grey and the Obsidian Crown by Farrell Keeling

Author:Farrell Keeling [Keeling, Farrell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781097136490
Published: 2019-07-18T22:00:00+00:00

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Vaera gasped sharply, as she rose to her knees. She spun her head to-and-fro and found herself, to her relief, once again surrounded by her fellow companions.

Just a dream. Yet it had felt so real…

A hundred lights had blinked all around her, like sparks snapping off a grindstone. Then she’d held something in her hands…

Vaera felt her breath catch in her throat.

She slowly angled her neck down toward her lap, sighing with relief upon finding her hands bare and dry. But there had still been that strange woman, who had known so much about her… and that… man. Had he been made of gold?

She gave herself a shake and twisted to the other side.

It was just a dream.

Yet, something still irked Vaera. An inescapable feeling scratching at the base of her skull.

Out of the corner of her eye, Vaera could make out a group of trees that formed a grove.

Just a dream.

She turned over once more. Still, the trees lurked in the back of her mind.

But was it really?

Her cloak flew aside, as Vaera pushed herself to her feet.

No harm in having a look.

The Lycans snored on around her, oblivious, Nathaniel muttered something incoherently in his sleep, and Zaine remained motionless where he sat. How he ever managed to get a wink of sleep sat up like that was beyond her, it was as bizarre as seeing a horse asleep on its legs.

Just as Vaera thought she had made a clean escape, however, an all too familiar voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

‘It is unwise to explore alone at this hour, young Regal.’

Zaine’s back remained still, but she was certain it had been his voice.

‘Have you been awake this whole time?’ Vaera hissed.

The Hunter was already on his feet, as though he had been so for hours. With his long raven locks and black overcoat underneath the dark, bruised sky, he may as well have been a walking shadow.

‘Can’t sleep?’ he asked.

‘Bad dreams,’ she replied hesitantly, ‘what’s your excuse, Hunter?’

His hand leaned against the pommel by his waist, as he looked down upon her bemusedly. ‘Someone has to keep you all alive, don’t they?’

‘I suppose…’ Vaera murmured her assent. She could feel the grove scratching at her neck all the while but resisted the urge to look back. ‘Well… goodnight.’

She began to trudge away but Zaine had appeared by her shoulder the second she’d turned back.

‘Do you have to follow me? What about the others? Don’t they have to be kept alive?’

Zaine merely smiled and tossed something over his shoulder. A sharp growl emitted from their campsite a moment later, dark oaths spilling into the night.

‘They’ll be fine for now, I think,’ Zaine said.

Gabe would not be happy in the morning; the thought brought a smirk to Vaera’s face.

The two forked trees, bending towards each other to almost form an arch, looked all too familiar, as was the light that trickled from within. Zaine kept a firm grip on his sword, as they passed in-between them, not offering an explanation for his sudden edginess.

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