The Outlanders (The Fulfillment Series Book 2) by Erin Rhew

Author:Erin Rhew [Rhew, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookFish Books LLC
Published: 2014-10-21T04:00:00+00:00

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Samson, whose reflexes had always been quick, leapt off his horse and caught Wil before the Ethereal king hit the ground. Mia and Vespa screamed. Layla jumped down, trying to control her now erratic heart and breath.

“Wil.” She slipped her hand into his. He gave no response. “We need to get him to the Voltons now!”

“I’ll carry him on my horse,” Grant said. Samson lifted Wil’s limp body and handed him to Grant who took off toward Volton.

Samson swung into his own saddle and grabbed the reins of Wil’s horse, guiding the riderless steed along beside him. “I’ll stay with Vespa and Mia. You go with Grant.”

Layla shot him a thankful smile, vaulted into her saddle, and sped after Grant.

“How far is Volton from here, Samson?” Layla called over her shoulder.

“Not too far. Just ride straight ahead, over the bridge. Volton is on the other side.”

When Layla saw a group of men in green robes guiding a herd of sheep, she breathed a sigh of relief. She urged her horse to ride faster, eager to get Wil the medical attention he needed. Relief flashed through her as the Volton Village came into view.

“Whoa!” Grant pulled back on his horse’s reins. Layla stopped beside him, reaching into her saddle bag to retrieve Volton Mars’ note. Together, she and her brother maneuvered Wil’s lifeless body into the largest of the Volton buildings. Wood covered the walls, ceiling, and floors, casting a light brown hue around everyone and everything. Fires roared on both ends of the main room while green clad men bustled about.

“Someone help us!” Layla’s voice sounded strange to her ears—hoarse and fearful.

A group of men rushed forward.

“How can we help you?”

“Volton Mars told us to come to you.” Supporting Wil with one hand, she waved Mars’ note with the other. “Please, King Wilhelm is injured.”

A green-clad man with golden ties, different from the brown ties of the other men, disengaged from a group. “I am Volton Holt, head of Black Arts studies and a High Volton of the Council. Please allow me to assist.” He took Mars’ note, opened it, and skimmed the contents. With the flick of his hand, Holt sent several other Voltons scurrying.

He smiled at her, warmth and kindness radiated from him and enveloped her. “Welcome to the home of the Voltons. Please, follow me. Some of our men have been preparing rooms for you. Bring your injured man this way.”

Layla found the presence of mind to say, “We have three others in our group. They are just behind us.” Holt nodded and then whispered something to a younger man who scampered off.

Layla and Grant, supporting Wil between them, followed Holt down a short hallway. He gestured to the room on his right, and they shuffled in, easing Wil onto the awaiting table. Layla brushed the blond hair out of his face. She kissed him on the cheek.

Holt, who towered over her with his impressive height, patted her shoulder. “We will take good care of him.

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