Tides of Torment by Elle Beaumont & Christis Christie

Author:Elle Beaumont & Christis Christie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Midnight Tide Publishing

Travion sucked in a breath of precious air and flicked a hunk of shell from his torn shirt. He frowned as he glanced down at Sereia’s waist. “Are you okay to continue on, or should we bother Lefyr?”

“I’m okay to press on,” Sereia offered with ease, and Travion didn’t miss the way her eyes tightened, as if she expected him to call off the rest of the day and haul her back to Lefyr over his shoulder.

And maybe a part of him wanted to, but she was holding her own, and he respected that.

“How about you two?” He jerked his head toward Finn and Yon, who were just as breathless and caked in blood as him.

“I’m fine,” the two said in unison, then grinned at one another.

“A moment to catch our breaths then.” Travion grimaced and placed his hands on his hips. He chuckled as he tilted his head back. “I think this journey has aged me another millennia.”

Sereia teasingly reached out and flicked a strand of his bloodied hair out of his face. “Is that a gray I spy?”

He narrowed his eyes, catching her wrist. “Never.”

A strong wind blew off the water, sending grains of sand tumbling over the crabs. In a day’s time, the creatures would start to rot and attract more than just the gulls. The seabirds were already crowding the shore, and who knew what else would pick up the scent? Wild cats, wolves, and if hungry enough, possibly a feral griffin.

The crabs confirmed what Travion had suspected all along—the book had a part in the discord. In his youth, his father had summoned small dragons from their caves. They had been lizards, no larger than an alley cat, but with the book, he spelled them to grow, and grow they did. Until the dragons were the size of the palace.

But his father was dead. He and his brothers had killed him themselves. They’d scattered his body across the realms, ensuring no one could retrieve and attempt to resurrect him.

After they’d all recovered their breath, Travion gestured toward the fallen crustaceans. “We should bring the carcasses back to the tavern.” They were still standing beside the slain overgrown crabs, and knowing how destitute the locals were, he figured they could use the meat.

Finn lifted his pale blond brows.

Sereia shrugged. “It’s better for them to use it than have it go to waste.” The wind tousled her hair, whipping it across her face, and Travion knew he had never seen a more beautiful fae. Despite the flecks of meat clinging to her blood-soaked blouse and the sweat from battle dripping down her cheek, the sight of her still stole his breath away.

“This would feed plenty of patrons, and the owner doesn’t have to spend a coin.” Travion flicked a hunk of shell off his torn linen shirt.

“I know.” Sereia groaned, her shoulders sagging. “The townsfolk in general could desperately use a feed like this. Perhaps put a little meat on those starving bones. But by the sea, how will we get them back?”

Travion hadn’t thought that far.

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