The Darkling's Kiss_Part Two_The Daemon Unleashed by Charlie Richards

Author:Charlie Richards [Richards, Charlie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gargoyle Expressions, Inc.
Published: 2019-01-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Philippe groaned.

A massive, rune-covered, stone table flashed before his eyes.

“No,” Philippe ground out.

Unfortunately, seconds later he once again found himself chained to that slab. He roared, allowing the anger to consume him. This time, though, even his added daemon strength didn’t give him the power to break free of the chains that bound him.

A shadow appeared in the darkness to his left. It formed into a robed figure that moved toward him. Fear ripped through him. Blood pounded in his head. Letting out another roar, he snapped the chain holding his right wrist. He pulled the knife from his belt and hurled it at the figure. A dull thunk echoed, penetrating his dream.

Philippe snapped open his eyes.

With his body chilled by sweat, Philippe shivered as he scanned the area around him. He struggled to slow his breathing, to gain control of himself. Across the thicket, he spotted his knife embedded deeply into a tree. His breath came out in a soft groan.

“Your nightmares are getting worse,” Kalylle murmured. Once Philippe had focused on the wizard, his lover reached over and rubbed his chest, obviously attempting to soothe him. “I’d hate to think what would happen if you started walking in your sleep.”

Muttering a curse under his breath, Philippe slowly rose to his feet, drawing away from his lover. He threaded his fingers through his damp hair as he stalked through the woods to the tree. “It was different this time,” he admitted gruffly, the hairs on his arms still standing on end.

Turning, he watched Kalylle roll to his back. He slid his arms behind his head and watched him, obviously waiting for more information. After yanking the knife out of the tree, he paused and stared at the other man, collecting his thoughts. He wasn’t certain why, but Kalylle always slept to his right, and Philippe’s attacker always appeared to his left.

It seems, even in my dreams, I know where my wizard lay. My wizard. Yeah, I do like the sound of that. Gods, I hope it doesn’t change.

Hurting Kalylle…somehow, Philippe just knew that would destroy him.

How the hell did I come to care for a wizard?

Except, there was something about Kalylle. Something thoughtful, accepting, something patient and kind.

Banishing that line of thought, Philippe focused on Kalylle. “I had trouble breaking the chains this time.” He’d told his lover about the nightmares when his cries had woken the other man in the middle of the night. “Someone came out of the darkness,” he continued in a whisper. “Fear gave me the strength to break the chains.” He shivered at the memory, tucking the blade back into the sheath on his belt and crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t think. I just grabbed my knife and threw.”

“Did you recognize the figure in the dark?”

Philippe stilled. “No,” he said after some thought. Before Kalylle could ask any more questions, he tossed his knife-belt onto his bedroll. “The sun will be up shortly. I’m going to the stream to clean up.

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