The Complete Shadow Trilogy by Edmondson Dayne

Author:Edmondson, Dayne [Edmondson, Dayne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Dark Star Publishing
Published: 2017-06-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19 - Visitor in the Night

Boris lay on his bunk, exhausted. His bones ached, his muscles burned and the wounds scattered across his body throbbed. The more serious wounds he had sustained were bandaged with crude strips of cloth. Not even the bare wooden slat he lay on bothered him this night.

He was on the verge of sleep when he heard the door open. He lay very still and slowed his breathing. He had no weapon to speak of - they were taken from him after each match, but he readied himself to strike with hands and feet, catching the intruder by surprise.

The figure approached. In the darkness, broken only by the faint light from the moon-less sky, he could only see a silhouette. The figure came up to the side of the bed and spoke. “Are you awake?”

Boris was startled. The voice was that of a female. He did not release the tension in his muscles that left him ready to strike, but he did cease the slowing of his breathing and speak. “Who are you?”

“My name is Sansa,” she said. Without asking for permission, she reached for him.

Boris lashed out with a hand, grabbing the silhouette of her wrist. Her skin was smooth. “Don’t touch me. Why are you here?”

Sansa pulled back her hand. “I have been sent to please you this evening. I am told you are the champion.” Her hands rose and caressed her body. “I am yours to command, my champion.”

A whore, Boris thought. Is this how all the slaves who win are treated? He had not heard of this from the other slaves who had won matches. Knowing them, they would have bragged about it. She very well could be an assassin, sent to slay me when I am distracted. He regarded Sansa with suspicion. “Who sent you?”

“I do not know,” she said. “I am told to come to this room, so I come.” She went to her knees and placed one hand on his trousers. Her hand found no resistance at its destination. “But enough talk. Allow me to please you tonight, as you deserve.”

“Let me light a candle, first, so that I might look upon you before we begin.”

“That isn’t necessary,” Sansa said as she leaned forward and caressed his trousers with her lips. Her actions were making it difficult for Boris to concentrate. “We don’t need to see each other,” she whispered.

“Ah, but I insist on seeing my attacker.”

“Your…,” but the words were cut off as Boris grabbed her throat in an iron grip and shoved her head backward. Sitting up on the bed, Boris maintained the hold. Sansa tugged at his hand with her own, while the second hand, which had before that point not been seen, swung out. In her hand was the silhouette of a pointed object, a dagger. Boris anticipated the strike, however, and seized her arm with his free hand. He squeezed, and her hand relented under the crushing grip, causing it to open and the dagger to clatter to the stone floor.

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