Thieves and Thorns (The Revenge Duology Book 1) by Scarlet King

Author:Scarlet King [King, Scarlet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2022-01-13T18:30:00+00:00

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Conan

It smelled like copper and rot.

The ground beneath me was soft and damp, and I was propped against something hard and rough - a tree trunk judging by the way the bark scraped my skin through my shirt. It was cold, a bitter breeze blowing my hair off my forehead and making what I assumed was undergrowth rustle.

I fought to open my eyes but was met with nothing but absolute darkness. My lashes scraped against something rough and scratchy, tied tight around my eyes. My hands, too, were tied together with some sort of binding, so tight I couldn’t so much as twist my wrists. I tried to shift my feet, but they were bound.

I was getting really fucking sick of being knocked out and tied up.

A splitting pain shot through my skull, probably an effect of the blow I’d taken earlier, considering I couldn’t sense anyone around me. I had no idea how much time had passed while I was unconscious, and the loss of control made me itch. My magic strained as I tipped my head back against the tree, reaching out with slow, sluggish tendrils of power to feel for any signs of life in the ground. There was nothing, not even a whisper, just an eerie emptiness about this place and the plant life that made my senses sharpen.

I wound my magic back in, finding nothing that would help me.

The anger I’d felt towards Ezra dissipated, leaving only a determined numbness in its place. I couldn’t afford the messy emotions I’d been hurling around earlier to intervene now. No, I needed to be the cold hearted killer, the side of me that was all most people ever saw. Except him. A pang of guilt shot through the hollowness as I thought of him, and I tried to force it down. I’d been hurt earlier, a mess of raw emotion that became too big for me to control. I wanted to make him see it, see me. Instead, all I’d done was make him feel the hurt, too.

Fuck, I was a dick.

As soon as I figured out where I was, and made the place run red with the guts of whoever had shoved me here, I’d fix it. I’d fix us. The truth was clear to me now, alone and cold in the middle of fuck knows where.

I could run as far as I wanted, but nowhere would be worth anything without him.

The thought of actually saying any of this to him made me want to keep fucking running. But I wasn’t a coward. We were already broken. Even if he never wanted to see me again after I told him, I could hardly get any fucking lower than I was now. I’d left. Fuck knew if he’d even want to see me when I made it back.

Clearly, whoever had taken me didn’t know what I was. They wouldn’t have bound me with anything other than iron if they did. Which meant that it wasn’t the person from the woods.

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