Winter's Fallen (The Conquest of Kelemir Book 1) by A. F. Dery

Author:A. F. Dery [Dery, A. F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.F. Dery
Published: 2015-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

The man followed Grace up the stairs closely, his eyes riveted to her. It took a lot of effort to keep his gaze fixed on her back: the man noticed all too much about her that the wolf had not. But he did not dare look away entirely. She was quicker than he’d thought she would be, and he wasn’t taking any chances of her dashing off to another room the moment she made it up the stairway and possibly running into the Murderer.

She was being curiously stubborn, but he supposed that was to be expected. It was the Murderer who had nursed her back to health, after all; the Murderer who had been able to comfort her in her guilt over her village and given her some sense of purpose and distraction in the midst of her turmoil. This disturbed him more than he wanted to admit, and for the first time, he began to wonder how much of that had contributed to him transforming when he did. He had certainly not meant to do it at all unless he had no other choice, and he was not certain that time had actually come.

But all he needed to harden his resolve was the memory of Grace tenderly embracing that bastard, her silky honey-colored hair spilling over the blind man’s shoulder, her sweet face the very picture of compassion. The very image did something unpleasant to his stomach and made his jaw clench.

About midway up the stairs, Grace said without looking back at him, “Rather than trying to keep me prisoner, why don’t you just come with me when I speak to Hadrian? Can’t you guard me that way?”

He barely suppressed a growl. He did not want her around or near the Murderer, period. “You’re safer away from him,” he said through clenched teeth.

Grace was silent for the rest of the walk upstairs. He stayed close enough to her for his breath to ruffle her hair, and he recognized her hurried, slightly clumsy movements as she went to the bedroom and immediately shut him out of it as those of frightened prey.

It made his heart sink, but whatever she thought, he knew this was the best thing for her. With some time and distance from the Murderer, she would surely gain some clarity and come to understand his point of view. Or so he hoped. He sat down on the floor with his back against the closed door and the poker laid across his lap, and he kept his vigil.

Over the next few hours, he saw and heard nothing. At one point, worn out by the transformation magic and all the strange feelings and speech he’d been occupied with ever since, he could not hold his head up any longer. His eyelids turned to lead, and fluttered closed as he succumbed unwillingly to his bone deep exhaustion.

In his dreams, he was the wolf again, and he was running over cold stones that stung the pads of his paws, in the grip of an inexplicable urgency.

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