The Damned: Age Of Magic - A Kurtherian Gambit Series (Tales of the Feisty Druid Book 6) by Candy Crum & Michael Anderle

Author:Candy Crum & Michael Anderle [Crum, Candy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2017-12-22T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Alaric and Jerick had been in the mercenary camp for a while, and it seemed that their discussions were finally coming to a close. The two Chieftains had been left alone with their people, while Locke and his men discussed potentially working with the dark druids.

Alaric wasn't a very patient man, and his brother, Jerick, was even less so. They had nearly lost what little they had left when Locke returned with an answer.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Locke said, his deep voice booming inside of the large tent as he came in and sat at a table. "Sorry for the wait."

Alaric lifted a brow as he stared him down. "Yes, it was certainly quite the wait. We've been here for a couple days now, and we are running out of time."

Jerick nodded his head. "We hope you've come to a conclusion, yes?"

Locke stroked his thick, dark beard as he leaned back in the chair, dramatically pausing as he looked from one man to the other. "We have a counter offer."

Jerick began to stand, but Alaric grabbed his arm to still him. "What might that be?" Jerick asked through gritted teeth.

"You want us to help you take the Dark Forest back. We've heard stories about the druids our entire lives, and meeting you, I'd have to say I believe every one of them. That being said, if you're coming to us, that means you're not the biggest or the baddest. If you need help, the druids you face are even stronger. That means we are risking our necks and getting nothing in return."

Alaric nodded his head. "More or less, though I already offered to help take the Heights for you. That’s not exactly nothing, though I can see why that would be a concern for you. So, what is it you want?"

A young woman walked into the tent, her eyes downcast to the ground. She was in little more than a leather bra and leather shorts that the dark Chieftain wasn't even certain would cover anything if she were to bend over. From what he had seen, this was how most of the women in the community dressed, even those as young as sixteen.

The young woman handed Locke a beer and slightly bowed her head, careful never to look them in the eye. She began to turn, and he reached out, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around to sit on his lap.

He gave a rather disgusting smile as he stared at the girl. "What do I want?"

Jerick growled as he shook his head. "You. Not your dick. What the fuck do you want from us in return for your service?"

Locke laughed as he pushed the girl off his lap. She fell to the ground, landing on her knees and momentarily looking up, before he roughly lifted his flattened hand. Fearing the strike that she knew would soon come, she quickly looked back down to the ground and scurried out of the tent as quickly as possible.

"Hmm, well, we have a fight of our own.

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