The Danger of Destiny by Evans Leigh

Author:Evans, Leigh [Evans, Leigh]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781466829183
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I sat down. Or rather, my legs folded and I decided to go with it.

“I am sorry, twin,” my brother said.

I lifted heavy eyes. “For?”

“He should have picked you up and carried you right back to your world. He knew you weren’t equipped for Merenwyn.”

There was so much objectionable in all that, I didn’t know where to start.

I fixed Lexi with a quelling stare. “I got this far.”

Evidently, not the response my twin was hoping for.

Lexi limped-stalked to Trowbridge, who was leaning against the rock, in a way that at first glance might have been construed as casual—arms folded over chest, hips jutting forward—but wasn’t in the least: neck tendons rigid, balance positioned for a quick takeoff. Heedless to the simmering danger, my twin shoved his face into my mate’s personal space and said accusingly, “You should have taken her home.”

Trowbridge got points for not immediately nailing my twin. He slowly straightened from the wall and collapsed the distance between himself and my brother until his breath warmed my brother’s nose. When Trowbridge spoke it was through lips that barely moved and his tone was lethal-soft. “She’s got her heart set on saving your soul. Personally, I think they beat the good out of you and there’s nothing worth breaking into a sweat over. You should remember that when you get in my face.”

“Lexi, move back,” I warned. “You’re not helping.”

The Shadow remained where he was for another taunting second, then took a few jerking steps back, his hands spread. Lexi’s smile would have made Gandhi foam at the mouth. “Did you ever tell her about Wryal’s? Or of any of the dangers she’d face there?”

That sounded like a disease. “What’s Wryal’s?” I asked my mate.

My One True Thing’s gaze was still locked with my brother’s. “It’s an island,” he answered tightly. “Both the castle and the Spectacle grounds are on it.”

Of course they are.

Not only did we have to rescue the Raha’ells from freakin’ holding pens, but now we have to get them off an island? It wasn’t like the wolves could swim across—Weres can’t swim.

“Is there a boat?” I asked. “Or a ferry?”

“There’s a bridge.” Trowbridge’s nostrils flared in and out. A racehorse before the jockey dug in his heels. “Very long. Nice drop to the water.”

“I was playing up to now, wasn’t I?” I asked, my voice small. “Thinking that if I wore blinders and didn’t let my head turn left or right, kept my eyes on the prize…” No one leaped to the fool’s defense and I couldn’t blame them. I chewed the skin on the inside of my mouth. “This is all so much bigger than me.”

Trowbridge walked to where I sat. He stood over me, looking down. Expression inscrutable, except for the tiny sparks of blue glinting in his eyes. His scent was spiked and sharp with musk. It did not try to weave itself around me.

“I’m scared,” I told him.

Wordlessly he sank down into one of his graceful crouches, his weight balanced on his heels.

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