Powerful Magic by Karen Whiddon

Author:Karen Whiddon
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2010-11-09T13:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The instant he entered the crowded hall, Kenric spotted her. Dressed like royalty and seated in a place of honor up on the dais next to a man who must be the Lord of this place. Lord Brighton, according to the men who thought they held him.

Megan. When their eyes connected, he felt a shock of awareness, along with an overwhelming sense of relief. She was all right. Now that he knew that, knew that he had not failed in his duty to her, he could deal with this oaf of a Lord and his foolish guards.

Relaxing his muscles, he felt their hands on him slacken. They thought he had given up, simply because they outnumbered him three to one. If perhaps, one of them had heard stories of him and his legendary prowess in battle, they would think if merely an over-rated battle tale, one of those that increases with each telling. They would not expect him to fight them. Especially since they had taken his sword and one of them now wore Thunder strapped to his hip, like it was his right.

Rage filled him. No one messed with his sword. Or, for that matter, his war horse, who even now remained hidden in the wood.

The room became utterly silent, all eyes upon them as he allowed himself to be dragged into the room. He kept his face impassive, hoping Megan would know that he entered this way because he had no choice, not if he wished to gain entrance.

He let them take him to the very base of the dais, practically at Megan's feet. She averted her gaze, causing his heart to sink. Surely she knew he would save her, surely she realized that he was stronger and more powerful than ten of these loutish idiots.

"Welcome to my keep, Kenric of Blackstone. I am Lord Brighton,” the florid faced man boomed. “Lady Megan and I have been waiting for you."

The first thing he would do after he got free, Kenric decided instantly, would be to wipe the smug smirk off this

Lord's florid face. He noticed the meaty hand stroking Megan's arm and saw red.

With a roar, Kenric shook off his guards. One he dispatched with a swift blow to the neck. The next, a kick to take his feet out from him, then a blow under the chin. The third Kenric punched in the stomach then, when he was doubled over with pain, Kenric relieved him of his sword.

As if it recognized his touch, Thunder seemed to vibrate in his hand.

Satisfied, he roared. Now he would show them what it meant to fight Kenric of Blackstone. But first, he had to get to Megan.

It proved to be a simple thing. A step, a pivot, then he had her arm and pulled her from the dais before Lord Brighton had time to react.

Two tables of men scrambled to their feet, going for their weapons.

"Hold." A voice rang out.

Kenric blinked. It was not the Lord of the keep who gave the order.

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