Savage Worlds (Savagery and Skills Book 3) by Ciara Graves

Author:Ciara Graves [Graves, Ciara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-02-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Seneca

A cool hand touched my forehead.

I turned toward it, straining to remember what caused me to be knocked out. The beasts on the road, they surrounded Macron and me and then… then what? I shifted, and another cool hand touched my shoulder, pushing me back down gently.

“Draven?”

No, that wasn’t right. He couldn’t be here. Macron and I weren’t home, were we? How hurt was I? The fight came back to me in snippets, but not enough to tell me how it went. I moved again. There was a bed beneath me, but it wasn’t mine. My fingers spread out slowly. Definitely not mine.

Pretty damned sure I’d never buy silk sheets.

My body stilled as I opened my eyes tentatively, unsure of what I’d see. The second his face came into view, I groaned in annoyance. “Really?”

Rudarius’s brow was drawn together. “What were you thinking?” he countered.

“You first.” I stayed on the bed, in the room we continued to come back to, with Rudarius sitting on the edge.

His hand left my shoulder, but the one on my forehead stayed. I considered swatting it away, but never made an effort to do so. The coolness of his hand, unfortunately, felt nice. I was flushed, and the more I focused on the state I was in, I cringed. It was like someone replaced my blood with a slow burning fire that smoldered just beneath my skin.

“Not sure I can reply to really,” he commented wryly. “You nearly got yourself killed. I told you to run. Why did you not listen?”

I smiled as that slow burn turned hotter. “I’m surprised you even have to ask.”

“I do not want to see you dead.”

“No, you just want to kill the vampire I love, make me your bride, and take over the world.” I tried to sit up, but the room spun, and I sank back to the pillows. “Shit. What hit me?”

Rudarius lip curled in anger. “The mage.”

“Macron? Why?”

Another glimpse of the fight burst to life inside my head. We were surrounded on the road. Maron was too weak to outrun them, so I turned to face them alone. They attacked and then…

I slammed my fist on the bed in annoyance. Why couldn’t I remember? How hard had he whacked me over the head and why? I licked my lips, and the strong taste of copper had me reaching up to feel. When I pulled my hand back, blood dotted my fingers. Was it mine?

“You don’t recall the fight?”

“No,” I replied quietly, not really concerned anymore about Rudarius being here with me. If he wanted to hurt me, he would’ve done it by now. Or taken me captive. I was damned sure he couldn’t. All he could do was annoy me to death by talking. I was more worried about the fight and why Macron felt the need to hit me over the head. “The beasts came at me.” Dull pains started on my back and side. “I was wounded.”

“Severely,” Rudarius muttered with a hiss. “You could have died.

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