Mistaken (Ancients of Light) by Heather Fleener

Author:Heather Fleener [Fleener, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Scurvy Palace Publishing
Published: 2014-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 40

The Warrior Queen stormed a quick pace along the edge of the trees beyond the gates surrounding Laverock. Brisen had been doing it since she arrived almost an hour prior. Watching the continuous movement of her lips, he would have thought she was issuing a scathing tirade, except that no others were present and not a sound escaped. Every so often her pace would slow and the sword dangling in her grasp would raise sharply as though she were using it to emphasize a point.

In her anger, Brisen had most certainly lost track of time. Over the course of his lifetime, Alaric had spied countless times on the Queen and her kin from this copse of trees, but never had he seen her linger beyond the protection of the walls after sunset. That extra protection afforded to her kind sank below into the horizon a full fifteen minutes past and she was oblivious. He enjoyed watching her exercise her anger, so he did not interrupt… not yet… but only waited and watched, a mere ten yards away.

Finally, Brisen stopped and issued a vicious curse, shocking him with the obscenity; she always held herself up to be such a pious sort. Heaving her sword, the strength behind the toss embedded the steel ten inches into the trunk of a tree a little farther down the line from where Alaric leaned against another. With that, he decided it was time to make his presence known. Clapping his hands in appreciation of her performance, he chuckled, and did not cease even when Brisen whirled and locked eyes with him.

Not a flicker of fear showed in that gaze despite that Brisen had rendered her weapon useless. Merely crossing his arms over his chest, he did not unfold from his leaning pose, but studied her as intently as she did him. The Warrior Queen was merciless, as hard as he was when it came to the art of war, and as much as he hated everything she represented, this beauty had always fascinated him.

This evening her hair hung loose, in a manner he had rarely seen in the decades he had stalked her Caste. Unlike many of the female Witch, hers did not grow in great lengths; she kept it cut. It was thick, but only with wave, no curl, and it ended below her shoulders. He would liken the color to the dark sheen of the finest sable pelts he had seen bartered in the human markets, but in certain light it appeared nearly black. The shade made a stunning contrast against the stormy gray of her eyes, and he had encountered few Witch who could claim the color. Alaric appreciated the uniqueness of the Queen and he had a strong desire to call her his own.

She wore breeches, ones that he surmised would be indecent in their tight fit if not for the draping of the tunic-like blouse she donned. Her odd attire was not something normally worn by her breed, but he knew the benefits well enough.

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