Sands of Aggar: Amazons of Aggar Book 3 by Wolfe Chris Anne

Author:Wolfe, Chris Anne [Wolfe, Chris Anne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-04-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Arian curled in a ball, buried deep in the furthest corner of Oasis. After wandering and hiding from both the town and the caravan she’d been drawn to an abandoned junkyard just past the Tribe’s caravan, a pile of destroyed wagons and wagon parts, furniture and merchant carts. The deeper she’d crawled through the sand under the skeletons of the caravan’s homes, relishing the shaded relief from the sun, the safer she’d felt. She reached a small wagon, sunk to the door in the sand, buried beneath larger structures. The inside was decorated with a worn rug, pillows and a table with candles and incense. It seemed she wasn’t the only one to find the wagon a welcome relief from the sun and residents of Oasis.

She dragged herself into the pile of pillows and allowed herself to lie still for the first time since fighting Rox. Her back had opened again in places, blood staining the back of her shirt, the wounds stinging from the sand and sun. Her arms ached and burned, though the skin had closed hours before. A hard, pale stone streaked with veins of color adorned each wrist.

Adrian held out both hands, staring at the stones, tears slipping silently from her eyes. She’d spent her entire life avoiding lifebonding, and now she had somehow bonded to two very different women. She’d never heard of a Blue Sight bonding with more than one partner. Bondmates were physically incapable of living without the other for long. Adrian couldn’t imagine how she’d manage to stay close enough to both a wandering mercenary and a desert dancer to keep breathing.

She eased back, grinding her teeth and wincing with pain. She reached back, trying to ease some healing magic into her wounds but her head instantly spun and her stomach turned. Her magic was bound, warring against itself, destroying her from the inside out, a torrent of destruction and Blue Sight that refused to manifest past her hands.

Her illusion had been destroyed the instant she’d bonded with Adrian. She couldn’t even hide her hair, let alone cloak herself in shadow. She covered her face with her hands and felt a warm buzz over her eyes. Even when she had no voluntary control over her powers, the illusion that hid her eyes remained.

She took a deep breath and tried to find the missteps, the miscalculations that had led her to this place, hiding in the heart of a junkyard, magicless, lifebonded and near death. She could hear her war tutors from her childhood listing every error in her strategies. She’d lost focus, misjudged her enemy, assumed that as she pursued the Circle older threats would fall by the wayside. She should have seen it coming. Her fascination with both Rox and Jacquin should have made her wary, should have kept her away. She should have killed Rox in the brushlands, not just blinded her temporarily. She should have fled Jacquin when she’d felt so natural fighting at her side.

It was the Blue Sight.

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