Orc's Pretend Mate (Red Planet Dragons of Tajss Book 34) by Miranda Martin

Author:Miranda Martin [Martin, Miranda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

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VAPAS

We need to talk about what happened, but I can’t. The Maulavi are a much bigger threat and we are running out of time.

So many things she does remind me of my lost love. When she brought the mugs and drink, everything about it was exactly how my dragoste was. If I was worrying and stressed it’s what she would have done, down to the look on her face as she offered me the drink.

I move around the house gathering supplies. There isn’t much to take. Phoebe follows, helping as she can. Once I have what few supplies I can think to take in my satchel, I stop moving and stare at her.

“We ready?” she asks.

I have never before felt like I do now. Uncertainty that creates a nervous edge. I do not want to take her with me. What I am going to do is every bit as likely to get me killed and if that happens, they will take her too. If the Maulavi take her they will torture her for whatever reasons they have before they kill her.

I cannot let that happen.

I clear my throat and push the dark thoughts away. Leaving her here is an even worse option. At least if she is with me I can protect her, or have the best chance to. Steeling myself I take a breath and hold it.

“Yes,” I say, exhaling slowly. Putting my hand on my waist I realize I forgot my knife. “No. One moment.”

I walk over to the chest next to the door and undo the bindings. When I lift the lid my mudrosti is on top. Staring, I thought I’d put it away better, but there it lies. The carving of my dragoste face up, staring at me with admonishment.

Eyes open my dear fool. Look, don’t think.

A saying she used often. It’s as if she is here, whispering in my ear. My heart skips as pressure builds in my head. I run my finger over her as I inhale sharply.

“Are you okay?” Phoebe asks.

She puts her hand on my shoulder and squeezes. Memories threaten to flood over the now. I bow my head. Instead of resisting, I let them wash over. Memories of the good and the bad times pass through in between the beatings of my heart. When they are done, I am here, with Phoebe.

“Yes,” I say, my throat tight, making the word more growly then I intended.

She doesn’t pull back or startle. Instead she tightens her grip on my shoulder and kneels at my side. I worry about her looking at my mudrosti and seeing my mate. I don’t know what I expect but whatever I think it might be, it’s not what she does.

She leans a little closer, not too much, but there is no doubt she’s studying the carving of my mate on the mudrosti. She tilts her head and purses her lips.

“May I ask,” she says, speaking soft, moving her hand from my shoulder to rest on my thigh, “what this is? Is that okay?”

I close my eyes as too many conflicting emotions crash one into another.

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