Heart of the Assassins (An Academy of Assassins Novel Book 2) by Stacey Brutger

Author:Stacey Brutger [Brutger, Stacey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-22T07:00:00+00:00

No, he wouldn’t, because Kincade was determined that nothing would ever happen to her under his watch. He flexed his shoulders, his skin suddenly feeling too tight. His nails hardened, lengthening into claws, ready to defend her against whatever presumed to take her from him.

While Morgan walked back to the makeshift camp the team was preparing, he wrapped his hand around the knife tucked at his waist to hide the way his hands shook over how close he’d come to losing her over his own stupidity.

He followed her, unable to tear his gaze away from the graceful, athletic way she moved. She was right. He couldn’t protect her from everything, but that didn’t mean he sure as hell couldn’t try.

“You need to rest.” While the rest of the team collected wood for the fire, Kincade sat in front of the small flames and grabbed Morgan’s hand when she walked behind him. He tugged, pulling her off balance, using her own momentum to drag her over his shoulder before catching her close to his chest. Her oomph and startled expression when she landed in his lap made him smile.

The gardog sprang from his perch and thunked to the ground, scampering away with a little growl and roar, snapping at the sparks of flame that floated up from the spitting fire.

Kincade lowered her gently, using her stunned silence to stretch out at her side, slipping his arm under her head. He remained tense, half expecting her to scramble to her feet and dash away. “You haven’t closed your eyes since you arrived in this realm. We need you to be at the top of your game if you’re planning to save the world.”

“I’m too exhausted to sleep.” Despite her protest, Morgan wiggled her butt into a more comfortable position, and his arm tightened around her possessively.

Only when she settled did he allow himself to relax, and he trailed his fingers over the dainty silver filigree marks on her arms that bound them together. Every time he touched her, he could feel the connection between them strengthen, and he once again called himself a fool for nearly losing her because of his own stubborn stupidity.

The mutt crept closer, almost indistinguishable from the darkness, head close to the ground, his butt wiggling in the air. He charged forward, barking and nipping playfully at the finger he traced over Morgan, causing her to laugh in delight. The game only lasted a few minutes before the mutt sneaked closer and crawled between them, promptly falling into a trusting sleep.

“Where did you find him?”

“The gargoyle in the garden carved him for me.” She stroked her finger over the mutt’s ear, smiling when he wiggled and growled as if chasing his prey.

With a pang, he wished she would touch him the same way. He cleared his throat, nearly forgetting what he was going to say when she looked up at him with her big, striking blue eyes. “He didn’t carve the mutt, not like the other pieces he left you.

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