Harmony of Their Souls - A Reverse Harem Fantasy: Soul Tenders Book 3 by Serena Lindahl

Author:Serena Lindahl [Lindahl, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Clay

Now that the last bond had been completed, the men felt closer than ever. They were also in-tune with everyone’s emotions. Mason worried, for reasons unknown, about the conversation Kiarra was having with the Princess of Acclesh. His restlessness put them all on edge.

Clay sighed, looking away from the book he’d borrowed from the Merchant Advisor at their last meeting. The Advisor hadn’t known he’d taken it, but he’d been very curious after Reed’s first revelations regarding Kiarra’s ancestry. When they’d encountered Alyson and her mates, he hadn’t been as surprised as the rest of them. Although the information was invisible to anyone who didn’t know what to look for, Clay had realized an important fact the morning before they’d left town. The country’s census mirrored that of their origin country, Baldony. While the genders might be balanced within Treleaven, the same was not true in the rural portions of Megreria. Far more males were born than females. If females weren’t permitted to bond with more than one male, many men wouldn’t find partners, and that could create a volatile populace. His Merchant mind noticed the skewed numbers subconsciously when he had resided in Sheldrake Port. The whores were in demand because there weren’t enough women to go around. If it continued unchecked, there would be horrible consequences, especially in a culture that valued monogamy.

Clay had been distracted from his reading for a while. They occupied a small corner of the porch as the Accleshians wandered the property, watching and monitoring from afar as Drummond had requested. The clouds rolled in; a storm was on its way, and they could feel the static in the air as it built. Mason’s pacing unnerved the five of them. Ever since he had learned his father was targeting his men, he had been restless. The Princess’s arrival had added to his unease. The other distraction was the Accleshians themselves. They were different from Megrerians in almost every way.

Drummond, in comparison to the rest of his countrymen, was tame. The men were loud, boisterous, opinionated, and crude in their mannerisms. It reminded Clay of being back on the docks in Port Town. He knew Megreria was considered uptight when compared to other cultures, but he preferred to believe it civilized.

A few men crossed the yard, laughing together and drinking from a wineskin as they talked about the women back home. They didn’t have any discretion or respect. Clay wagered Mason was accustomed to the Soldiers in Treleaven speaking similarly, but most Megrerians wouldn’t talk as the Accleshians did. Clay didn’t know whether to be insulted by the Accleshians or ashamed of Megreria’s rather staid culture.

The Accleshian Commander, the woman named Lyra, approached them slowly. If Clay were honest, she scared him. The rest of the men seemed similarly uncertain how to act around her, except Ian who treated her as he treated everyone else, with good-humored suspicion. She faced Mason.

“The perimeter is secure. We have received two missives from your men. They have

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