The Frey Saga 02 Pieces of Eight by Melissa Wright

Author:Melissa Wright
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, frey, Magic, elves, elf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I saw Chevelle and the others visually sweep our surroundings as they set off again. I just sat, staring at them. One of them must have noticed because my horse unexpectedly took off, nearly tossing me from my saddle with an abrupt start before joining the group. I had to restrain myself from riding with my arms crossed in a defiant glower.

Anvil was riding beside me, very nearly smiling at my scowl, and by some means I felt slightly less irritated. I couldn't fathom his effect on me. He was in some of the few memories I had recovered after the battle with council. I could see him there, his magnetism strong even in a faded recollection.

"You feel familiar with the hawk?"

The question threw me, I found myself stuttering out a nod. He smiled and I tried not to think of the dreams I'd had, burning his tongue, the hawk tearing it out.

"You will be with him again." He inclined his head slightly as he clicked his heels and joined the front of the pack.

I was weirded out the rest of the day. It was still bothering me when I fell asleep, which was probably what brought on the dream.

I was engulfed in blackness again, my memories not clear enough for details like walls and temperature. It was as if a light were emanating from the center of my focus. Only that small space was comprehensible, the rest only vague outlines and sensations. I could see the large dark man with the scar and I could feel my hatred toward him. He was focused not on me, but on something else, a strange shapeless lump just beyond my clarity. I didn't know why, but the lump meant something to me. I concentrated on the dark man's face, the way only a dream can manipulate your attention, and grasped the detail that made the difference: there was no scar, not yet. I knew it was coming though, the source of the wound, when out of the periphery came a blinding strike. The shot was partially deflected by the large man but caught his brow and his previously smug face became enraged. I felt my chest swell just as I heard the laughing response and, though I woke before I could see his massive frame, I knew it came from Anvil.

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