Soulbound by Archer Kay Leah

Author:Archer Kay Leah [Leah, Archer Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay, Poly, Fantasy, Romance
Publisher: Less Than Three Press, LLC
Published: 2018-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The day-long journey to the Sanctum of the Mortal Divine had been tiring and cold, but the walk from the dining hall to the library the next morning was worse. The ardent glances of the Sanctum's priests almost burned holes through Tash.

Too much attention, none of which Adren wants or needs. Tash gritted his teeth behind his forced smile, his steps steady as he led Adren, Ress, Armamae, and their entourage of guards down the wide corridor. Sunlight streamed in from the high glass ceiling, catching on the silver and gold specks in the pristine white marble floors and walls. From the spiraled columns to the finely detailed glass statues of the Goddesses in each corner, everything glimmered as if built from the ethereal dust of stars. The vestments of the priests took on their own glow, a stilled sea of vibrant red and pure white.

Although the priests were calm and quiet, their unwavering gazes betrayed their awe as they backed towards the walls on Adren's approach. Each priest bowed their head and clasped their hands, frozen in place until Adren passed.

Awareness crept down Tash's spine, anticipation slithering between his bones. Familiarity awoke the guard he once was, his reflexes at the ready. He sensed the weight of the blades he used to carry, his fingers flexing as though ready to wield a knife. Too many eyes, too many unspoken words. Ce should be in the shadows, not the light. We're the ones who watch from the darkness, not the other way around.

On instinct, he slid his hand over Adren's back, the black leather of cir long coat cool on his palm. Adren jolted but continued walking down the middle of the corridor.

With Tash to cir right, Ress to cir left, and Armamae shuffling along behind, Adren appeared collected and in control, cir back rigid and chin raised. Dressed in black and channeling cir quieter, masculine air, Adren offered a starkness the Sanctum rarely encountered. Adren looked the part of a faction boss's child, arrogance and scrutiny presented in the polish of a high-collared shirt with stylish cuffs, shin-high boots and woven leather belt over tailored pants, and the generous hood pooled around cir neck beneath cir coiled red hair. On each finger, Adren wore a ring of sentimental value, and black paint ringed cir eyes. What softness Adren frequently displayed had been usurped, yielding to the part of cir that resembled cir father and brothers.

Adren's confidence was another matter: ce was uncertain and nervous, no different than Tash or Ress.

At least we know who our blood families are, and our allies. Tash glanced over his shoulder to Pellon, who remained close behind him. Adren doesn't have much to go on except for a growing list of enemies. I'm not even sure ce trusts me completely.

Anxious like the first time they met, he feared he would make a mess of Adren's situation, ending in cir death or his. We're walking a fine line between imprisonment and guarded freedom. I'll do everything to keep the one from becoming the other, but it doesn't change what we are.

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