The Hunt by Frost Kay

Author:Frost Kay [Kay, Frost]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Renegade Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-01-15T06:00:00+00:00

Tempest

“Mind how you hold her,” a deep voice admonished.

Tempest snuggled into the blankets and sighed at the pleasant, spicy scent tickling her nose. The bed vibrated beneath her cheek, chuckling.

Her brows furrowed together. Beds didn’t laugh. Tempest opened her eyes and stiffened. Everything was dark. Absolutely everything. She was bloody blind.

“You’re not blind, and stop squirming or I’ll drop you,” Pyre muttered.

Tempest stiffened even more as she became hyperaware of the arms wrapped under her legs and around her shoulders. She blanched as she realized the shifters had tossed a sack over her face, and, to make matters worse, she’d been snuggling into a shifter’s embrace.

“What are you doing?” she barked.

“Taking you somewhere safe.”

Safe. What a joke. Everyone knew if a knave took you to his lair, you were surely going to die.

A door creaked, and frigid wind ruffled her blanket, cutting right to her bone. She shivered and began to wiggle even though it hurt. A lot.

“Put me down,” she clipped out, her hot breath heating the sack and almost making her gag. When was the last time she brushed her teeth? Three days maybe?

“No,” Pyre said.

“Where are you taking me?” A twinge ran up her side, and she gasped at the pain.

“Nowhere you could get away from, given your condition.”

He had no clue what she was capable of.

Pyre’s arms tightened. “You’re going to hurt yourself, and Briggs will blame me. Settle down or I’ll hog-tie you. See how that’ll feel with all your blasted wounds.”

Tempest silently cursed her inability to see his expression. But if she went by his tone and past actions, she didn’t doubt he would follow through with his threat. She settled in his arms and glared at the dark, rough-hewn-like sack blocking her vision. Her fingers twitched as nerves jingled through her despite her exhaustion. Death would be easier than torture or prison.

“You seem like a man who speaks his mind and appreciates candor. If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather die sooner than later if that’s your plan,” Tempest said baldly.

Silence met her statement, and then another person sniggered.

Wicked Hell. There was another shifter walking with them? She closed her eyes and strained to hear his footsteps. Nothing but the wind and the kitsune’s soft breaths. Her lips thinned. The bloody shifters had every damn advantage.

“If I wanted you dead I would have left your pitiful carcass in the pit to rot.” A pause. “Or to be torn apart by the beasts.”

A tremor worked through Tempest. What kind of beast—man or shifter?

She hissed as some of her hair was caught when the brute yanked the sack from her head. Lifting a heavy hand, she rubbed at her smarting scalp and scowled at the shifter. Pyre looked down at her, the smirk on his face making her distinctly wish to punch him.

“Don’t look at me. It was Briggs.”

Her attention darted over the kitsune’s shoulder to the hulking healer. How in the blazes did he move so quietly? Briggs—the healer—returned her regard, his brown eyes reflecting an animal glow in the darkness.

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