The Fae Queen's Captors by Tara West

Author:Tara West
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Tara West, Fae Queen, Dragon Defenders, Fae romance, epic fantasy romance, reverse harem romance, reverse harem fae, reverse harem fantasy, reverse harem
Publisher: Shifting Sands Publishing
Published: 2021-06-21T00:00:00+00:00

THERON SHOT UP FROM his furs to the sounds of men shouting. He reached for his shield and spear, then raced to the window, cursing when he saw a blaze shooting so high in the sky, it obliterated the stars.

After hastily throwing on his boots and coat, he ran outside, smack into the middle of pure mayhem.

“The grain shed is on fire!” a soldier hollered, running past him with a bucket of water and sloshing most of it on his shoes.

He raced to the fire, getting so close to the heat, his skin felt aflame and his balls felt like they were melting. Grabbing a bucket from a runner, he threw it on the fire, though it was about as futile as trying to lance a dragon with a toothpick. But he tossed buckets on the flames in hopes that even a portion of the grain could be spared. Titus raced from the inferno, four heavy sacks across his broad shoulders. Three other men followed, each carrying two sacks, before the entire structure fell down, smoke hitting him so hard, he had to stumble away, flinging sparks from his clothing.

They worked well into the night, knowing most of their stores were lost but still feverishly battling to stop the inferno from spreading to other buildings. By the time the fire had died to smoke and ash, it was dawn and almost sixty sacks of grain had been destroyed.

Theron learned Titus and his men had made three trips altogether, leaving them with thirty sacks. With two-thirds of it burned, how would they survive the impending war? They were already forced to ration.

With a heavy heart, he trudged to the center of the square, where the women treated burns and handed out bowls of porridge. Theron waved a healer away and went straight for a bucket of water, drinking his fill, though it did little to soothe his burned throat. He spotted Titus in front of the hut they’d once shared before moving into the general’s quarters. A light snow had fallen on his shorn, ebony hair. Palming a tin cup of coffee, he hunched over while a girl no older than ten treated burns on his back.

Still hot from exertion and flame, Theron collapsed beside Titus in the snow, the cold on his bottom a welcome relief. Theron peered around the girl to see Titus’s burns and then wished he hadn’t. A large swath cut diagonally across his old scars from the slaver’s whip, exposing raw pink skin under ebony flesh. The girl winced and apologized while removing charred flakes. Titus didn’t even flinch.

“How did this happen?” Theron asked.

Titus took a long drink of black coffee and wiped his mouth. “I don’t know.”

“Did anyone see anything?”

“No.” Titus gritted his teeth when the girl poured medicine on his wound.

Theron recognized the smell of the antiseptic. Derived from dragon venom, it didn’t heal, but it burned away infection.

When she was finished, he thanked her. She acknowledged him with a nod and then picked up her bag of herbals and went to a group of wounded defenders across the square.

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