Reaping the Immortal by Pamela Labud

Author:Pamela Labud [labud, pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugar Skull Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

When the knock came on his office door, Max was deep in his journal. It was the war with England that had him most troubled. That was when he'd met the celebrated Daniel DeWolfe in battle. An Immortal like himself, the two had been an even match. Max fought on the side of the British, and DeWolfe under Napoleon. They'd been of equal skill and the Frenchman had fought with fury and abandon that only an Immortal could.

Or, so he'd thought at the time.

It was a very tricky thing, war. As a magical being, he couldn't hurt humans, so he had to only battle others of his kind. There were times that his human counterparts thought him a poor fighter and others they thought him a coward.

Still, when DeWolfe had called him out on that bloody battlefield, Max met him sword for sword.

Then, later, there'd been some rumor that there were Magicals who'd openly defied the law and had later been caught and executed for it.

Max thought he took every precaution. That he followed the ruling to the letter. Except, going back through his journals now, a hint of self-doubt stabbed at his mind. Was it possible his most valiant foe had not been a Mage at all? That he had been human?

And, had the High Council finally discovered his mistake? Would they be calling for his blood as well?

His thoughts were interrupted when there came a light tapping on his office door.

"Yes?"

"So sorry, sir," his housekeeper said as she peeked into the room. "But there's a gentleman here to see you. His name is Master Renault..."

Alarm shot though him and Max quickly closed the journal, but not before carefully bookmarking his place.

"Is he alone?"

The woman nodded. "Do you want me to send him away?"

Max sighed. It'd do no good to put off the inevitable. He'd do everything he could to keep from being taken. But, if he failed and these were his last moments of life, he’d regret that he wouldn't be able to say good-bye to Holly.

"Take him to the front parlor and please, make him comfortable. I'll be along directly."

The woman bobbed her head and then pulled the door closed, barely making a sound. Max found it curious, but the last few days the household and staff had been more than a little on edge. He hadn't confided in anyone but they seemed to know already.

Max checked his appearance in the mirror before leaving, meaning to show strength in the face of his adversary.

Arriving at the parlor door, Max paused a moment to study the Reaper. Though he wore the frail appearance of advanced age, the Immortal wasn't fooled. It was the way Renault’s eyes darted about the room, likely measuring every surface, evaluating the amount of space in case a fight became necessary. He didn’t just look around though. He rose from his seat and ran his hands along the mantle above the fireplace, where three tall candlesticks stood tall in their brass holders.

Max watched

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