Resurrection Of The Fallen (D'Vaire, Book 4) by Jessamyn Kingley

Author:Jessamyn Kingley [Kingley, Jessamyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Chander Daray rolled to the left and gave his pillow a punch. He had done something he rarely did. Shutting his spellbooks, he’d purposely set out to get a good night’s rest. Once a year, he forced himself to sleep because he knew in the early morning hours he would be using a great deal of power to add newly fallen knights to Drystan’s army.

This time it was different, and that was because of the large skull-covered box in his living room. At dawn, he would summon forth Reverent Knight Conley Gylde, and no one’s life would ever be the same. Drystan would finally have his mate, and Chander was thrilled at the prospect. What chilled his blood was what would happen when the pair mixed blood and remembered their previous lives.

While he knew it was only guesswork as to whether sealing a matebond of two resurrected ones would give them back their past, he knew damn well he wasn’t lucky enough they would not. It was quite a love story according to the few servants who had survived long enough to tell it, and Chander was happy to return that to Drystan and Conley.

It was the part about Chander being the sole person responsible for their separation he preferred to forget and wished he could erase. He knew sleep wasn’t going to come, so he left his bed and padded down the hall toward the living room. Once Conley’s box was in view, Chander grabbed a seat on the couch. He’d forgotten his glasses in his bedroom, so his vision was blurry but he didn’t need to see the blasted thing. It was etched in his memory.

“What are you doing up?” Baxter said from the hallway and Chander nearly screamed. The fright caused his heart to beat so fast, his chest tightened. The discomfort was becoming more frequent in his life but he was still a young necromancer; there was no need to run to a doctor or druid.

“Fucking sentinels, moving without making a sound.”

“Sorry, did I scare you?”

“You think?”

Baxter dropped down onto the sofa next to Chander. “Worried about tomorrow?”

“Yeah, there’s a good chance in a few days, weeks, months—however long it takes them to decide to seal their bond—they’ll both hate me.”

“A second chance at life. At love. Seems kind of shitty to hate someone for that.”

“Perhaps if they weren’t separated for nearly six and a half centuries I would agree with you.”

“You’ve always blamed yourself, but all four of you made the decision to put Conley in stasis.”

“At my suggestion. What the fuck was I thinking?” Chander asked. “Do you realize they could have me arrested? Even killed?”

“Drystan wouldn’t do that to you. You’ve been friends forever, and he’s alive because of you.”

“It was Drystan’s idea, you know. So, the guy who suggested it as a punishment is going to find out I did that very thing to him.”

Baxter gave him a considering look. “You’re more worried about losing his friendship.”

“Yes, I am. We’ve been friends for over six hundred years.

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