The Last Warrior by Karen Kay

Author:Karen Kay
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: American Indian;Curse;Honor;Duty;Love;Native American
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2014-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

It was with a heavy heart that at last his path brought him back to her. As he silently crept up on her, he found that she had hidden herself beneath her cloak, there, under their tree.

Coming up next to her, he startled her when he spoke. “Do not worry. It was only the footprint of a doe that I found. We are safe here, I think, but—”

She sighed. “Will I ever become used to you sneaking up on me?”

“Next time I will make more noise so I will not surprise you.”

“I would be grateful.” With a teasing smile aimed directly at him, she opened up her cloak, whereupon he saw she was not fully dressed, that she sat before him in a see-through white slip.

While he groaned, she said, “Come, you look cold, and I am warm inside my coat. Here, share the warmth with me.” Her smile was so alluring, he almost lost all his good intentions, right there.

He swallowed. He stared at her.

When she continued to speak, saying, “I would love to return the favor you have done me. Indeed, I would seek to indulge you with those very secret seductions you have shown to me this evening…” only the survival of his people and their destiny held him back from her. And even then…

“Come,” she urged again, and she patted the ground next to her. “Let us have more fun.”

He swallowed several times before he was able to find his voice. “That would, indeed, be most pleasant. But, we have managed to avoid detection thus far, and I fear if we stay here longer, we might risk others finding us.”

“Oh? There is reason for you to believe we are in danger of discovery?”

He paused while he debated if he could resort to the white man’s way and tell her a lie. He opened his mouth to do so, but discovered he couldn’t. He was not a white man, and lying to his wife was not a deed of honor. Alas, all he found he could say was, “No, we are not in imminent danger of discovery, but—”

“Then please, sit beside me here,” she said with a sweet smile.

He paused a beat while he collected his wits. Could he distract her? “Ah… Do you hear that music?”

“Music?” She set her head to the side.

“Hau. Is not the Song Bird singing tonight? Perhaps it is her voice I hear.”

“Your ear must be quite acute then, for I detect nothing more than the drums from your encampment.”

“And yet, I think your grandmother is singing tonight. We should go back there now.”

She frowned at him. “You would rather return to the party and listen to Irena than to join me and…”

He knelt next to her and picked up her hand, holding it within his own. “Listen to me, my wife, for I must speak to you solemnly.”

“Very well. I am listening,” she purred softly, and brought up her hand to run her fingers down his cheek.

He inhaled sharply. “There

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