Returned to the Vissigroth: A SciFi Romance (The Vissigroths of Leandar Book 6) by Bella Blair

Author:Bella Blair [Blair, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-09-25T00:00:00+00:00

Iwasn’t happy.

But then again, I wouldn’t have been happy if she’d stayed behind either.

It was the kind of no-win scenario only the gods found amusing. Either I brought Daphne with us into potential danger, or I left her behind in a camp full of strange faces, with no guarantee that whatever had stirred beneath the Pyme mountains wouldn’t come clawing toward her first.

So. She rode with us.

At least this way I could keep an eye on her the entire damn time.

The morning sun filtered through the trees in shafts of gold as we rode. The air was crisp and carried that sharp scent of cold soil and moss. Dragoons flanked us on all sides, silent and alert, armor gleaming in the light. Their eyes constantly scanned the horizon, but I knew half of them were watching her. She was the susserayn’s mother. My mate. A resurrected mystery. And though no one dared speak of it aloud, there was an unease around her. Reverence mixed with awe.

Daphne rode just ahead of me, upright in the saddle, her braid bouncing between her shoulder blades with each step of her nicta. She didn’t look fragile. She looked… determined. Steady. I wished she were in front of me sharing my nicta, but she was a lady, the susserayn's mother; it was only fitting for her to ride alone.

Her presence set my blood humming. The way she had always done and always would. My desire for her was more than simple lust. Waking up with her in my arms this morning. It had been a gift—another gift from the gods. It had reminded me of all the good times we had had. It had also reminded me that I hadn't allowed myself to think much about those days. Mostly when I thought about her, I thought about what I had lost. How Thalia would have loved to meet her, and Daphne, Thalia. I had thought about her last rotations, melancholic and sad. But that hadn't been my Daphne. My Daphne was right here; she might still be a little off because she didn't remember, but when I saw the laughter in her eyes, the mortification this morning when Myccael walked in, the way she looked at Myccael as her son, that was my Daphne. When she died, I hadn't been only robbed of her physical presence, I hadn't allowed myself to think about her the way she deserved to be thought about. I had remembered the Daphne who had retreated from the world, instead of the one who had been so full of laughter. Who teased me relentlessly.

We crested the ridge above the first drilling site, and Tovahr called a halt. The ground was barren here, filled with large slabs of rock. I had ridden over them I didn't know how many times and had never seen them as anything but as slabs of rock. Now, though, I wondered. Were they too polished? Too even? Had these once been walls holding up a building?

I helped Daphne down, who looked around curiously.

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