Unearthed by Cecy Robson

Author:Cecy Robson [Robson, Cecy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: dark epic adventure, Irish fae, grim reaper, folklore inspired, humorous and suspenseful adventure, fairies and dragons, scary and romantic
Publisher: Cecy Robson
Published: 2019-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

I move several steps back when Ryker’s hand slips away. He stands in front of me, facing the window and what’s coming head on. Me, I’m scanning the room for someplace to hide. Another boom of thunder sounds. This one is louder, closer.

Ryker reaches for me. I don’t realize I’m trembling until he grasps my elbow and steadies me. “He can’t unearth you here, Olivia. My wards are strong, and your talisman will keep you veiled.”

My instincts say otherwise and urge me to flee. “He’s closing in,” I stammer.

Ryker’s expression darkens. He knows I’m right. “He may have sensed you through the magic you created, but my wards are designed to disorient. You won’t be easy to track.”

“Just here, or everywhere?” I catch my reflection in the glass as the sky morphs into night. My eyes are wild.

Ryker’s face splits with hesitancy and frustration. “Your magic carries a unique feel and scent. In using it against him, he’s familiar with it. Should you use it outside my wards, he’ll latch on to your aroma and find you―with or without the veil of your talisman. Until you learn to master your power, never use it outside my home.”

“I won’t,” I promise. He drops his hand away from my shoulder. Almost immediately, my body resumes the horrible shuddering. I scoff at my shaking hands. “I’m the one begging to kill him. How can I pull it off when I’m this scared?”

Ryker’s throaty timbre remains a force onto itself. “You want to survive. You want to avenge. That’s how. Remember that when your fear threatens to overtake you.”

I nod. He’s right. “Okay . . . I―”

Something hard crashes against the window. I jump, biting back a scream. Large scarred paws covered in white fur slap against the glass, the jagged claws scraping lines of azure mist into the magical defenses. The hound’s head pops up, sniffing in the direction of the river.

“Ryker?”

“It’s all right,” Ryker replies, his voice a low whisper. “He’s only searching.”

The hound’s head whips in our direction, his eyes locking one me.

“Ryker.”

Ryker shoots out his hand, his scythe at the ready in his grip. “Steady, Olivia.”

The death hound peels back his lips from his razor-sharp fangs. Drool streams down his filthy mouth when he snarls. He can already taste my flesh.

The hound rakes his claws along the glass, trying to force his way in.

Blood drains from my face, and my stomach gives a nauseating lurch. I cover my mouth certain I’ll be sick.

The hound tips back his head, his maw stretching. The howl he releases rattles the row of windows and alerts his pack. Hundreds of his kin respond in a chorus of famished yelps. They want me and now they know where I am.

“Ryker, they’re coming.”

“I know,” he says.

My knees buckle and I collapse, terror clenching my throat. We can’t fight an army of Cù-Sìth!

The hound’s red eyes flare, seeing right through me to where my heart barreles against my ribcage. He’s readying to crash through the window and kill me.

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