Viking King's Vendetta (Viking Ancestors: Rise of the Dragon Book 1) by Sky Purington

Viking King's Vendetta (Viking Ancestors: Rise of the Dragon Book 1) by Sky Purington

Author:Sky Purington [Purington, Sky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: time travel romance
Publisher: Sky Purington
Published: 2018-08-12T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Sixteen

“WOW,” SHE WHISPERED, blinking several times as the weather cleared, and the water stilled. Half a breath later, they were in a bay completely surrounded by sheer sparkling cliffs and thick, vibrant foliage. The water was so clear they could see the bottom.

Scandinavia possessed many stunning locations but nothing like this. Not nearly.

Yet their immediate surroundings weren't the truly amazing part.

“Is that an ash tree?” Halla whispered, as awe-struck as the rest of them.

Towering, more monstrous than any tree in existence, it sat atop something they couldn’t see from here. Like the ash in Maine, its leaves were both green and golden. Yet unlike that ash, it seemed to have its own inner glow. As if it were the sun at the center of its own universe.

“How are your tattoos?” Sven asked Håkon and Davyn.

“The pain is gone,” Håkon reported, relief apparent on his face.

“Mine too,” Davyn said.

“And yours, Sven?” Emily asked, noting it possessed even more color now.

“No pain,” he replied as they reefed the sail entirely and rowed toward one of several long docks. For all intents and purposes, this appeared a port ready for their arrival. Fenrir waited patiently on the end of the dock as they pulled up and tied off.

“Where have you been?” She frowned at him. “And how did you get here?”

“I am sorry, I do not know,” he replied, disgruntled. “One moment I was with you, the next in Helheim then here.”

“So you are being shifted about like other spirits.” Sven helped her out of the boat. “Did you come across anyone along the way? Hel? Eirik?”

“No.” Fenrir trotted alongside them as they headed up the dock. “All was strangely quiet on my journeys.”

“Even here?” Emily asked. She couldn't help but think about her brief encounter with Hel when she nearly died. Was the goddess trying to connect with her? Had she sent the wolf here without him being the wiser? She was capable of most anything in her own world. If, that is, she was still somewhere in her own world.

“Yes, it is especially quiet here,” Fenrir responded in answer to Emily’s question. “I have come across no humans, dragons or even spirits. Only animals.”

So at least there was food.

“I know where you can rest and bathe,” Fenrir continued, a frown obvious in his voice as he sniffed Emily, likely smelling that she had been injured. “It is clear you have been through some trying times, and the way is steep if you wish to head for the ash. Therefore it is wise for you to rest first.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Then she reassured him. “And I’m all right. Sven took care of me.”

Did he ever. Her mind kept returning not only to the way he had made her feel when he healed her but that morning in his dream. Or should she say their dream? Because though she hadn’t said as much, she had sensed it right along with him. In all honesty, she had a feeling she manifested and controlled it because her growing need for him was all-consuming.



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