The Allies of Death (Dark Gate Angels Book 3) by Ramy Vance & Michael Anderle

Author:Ramy Vance & Michael Anderle [Vance, Ramy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2020-08-16T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Terra and the rest of them walked up to Sarah, Roy still eyeballing her as if he expected a shot in the back at any time.

Sarah, on the other hand, didn't seem to be bothered by Roy's suspicions. After a few minutes, she sighed as she leaned her weight to the side, putting one hand on her waist. "I just borrowed her. It seemed easier to ask forgiveness instead of permission."

Roy didn't bother looking at the agent. "Have you been talking to Anabelle?"

"Here and there, but that's not important. We aren't here to talk about how annoyed you are with me. This is about Terra and Grok."

Terra thought she must have misheard for a moment. What did this have to do with Grok? But what other reason would the orc have to be here if it didn't have to do with her?

Grok watched Terra the way a large cat watches their prey. She looked ready to pounce at any moment, her muscles tensing and relaxing in slight movements.

Even if Terra was terrified of Grok, she couldn't help but respect the orc's strength, and she could admit it. Every time she saw the orc, she thought she was going to shit her pants.

Grok seemed to know that and grinned at Terra, her sharp teeth gleaming in an extremely attractive way. "How have you been keeping yourself?"

Terra felt like the orc was playing mind games with her. "You know, just kicking the Dark One's ass. Nothing new."

Grok's eyes flicked up and down Terra’s body. "You look softer than the last time I saw you. Having trouble finding a good fight?"

Terra felt like she was naked, but there was nothing she could do about the embarrassment. Instead, she tried to ignore the warmth in her face as she blushed.

The ground trembled violently, and everyone's eye went to the shaman. "You were summoned here because the orc council has decided your rule is blasphemous. A non-orc leading the twelve tribes is an insult to all orcs. We revoke your right to lead."

Now the warmth in Terra's face was from anger instead of embarrassment. "What the fuck do you mean, you revoke my right? I didn't come here asking for your permission for any of this. The orcs were scattered. I brought them back together. What the hell have you been doing?"

One of the male orcs on the council stood. "Spoken like a true orc. And do you speak for the timid elf scat at your side?"

Terra looked at Cire, who winced and looked down at being spoken to by the council. Instead of waiting to meet his eyes to see if he was okay, she stared at the shaman.

After a few moments, Cire stepped forward. "I speak for myself."

The old orc cackled. "Ah, the shitstain speaks. Surprised you even learned how to move your tongue. Dull-fanged as well. You are the one who follows the human?"

"I follow no one. I am sworn to her as my chieftain by my choice, as per the old ways.

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