The Sun Guardian by T. S. Cleveland

Author:T. S. Cleveland [Cleveland, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay Fiction, gay adventure, gay fantasy, lgbt fiction, lgbt romance, gay ebook, gay love story, lgbt fantasy, gay romance mm, lgbt adventure
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Wind whirled around them, a cyclone of star leaves and snow. Fingers were fisting his hair. Palms were squeezing his temples. He was roiling, smoldering fire on the inside, but outside was amethyst and the night sky.

“I thought you weren’t a coward,” the thunder rumbled in his ear.

“I’m not.”

“Prove it,” challenged the thunder, and the fingers twining through his hair pulled him forward.

He set his hands on a trim waist, could feel heat seeping through leather, filling them both. The air grew warm, hot, high on the mountain. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to black, shining hair.

“I don’t have time for this.”

He caught the wind in his hands and held it close to his chest. “Stay.” He kissed a pale throat. “Stay.”

“Scorch.” His name came like a summons from soft, bitten lips. “Scorch.”

“Scorch, wake up.”

He woke, rubbing at his eyes and groaning. When he could focus, he found Vivid standing over him, arms crossed, looking displeased, with a sprinkling of concern. Only a sprinkling, mind, and it only revealed itself in the faint line between severe eyebrows.

“You’ve neglected your Dream Moss,” Vivid said sternly.

“No, I didn’t,” Scorch insisted, but the sudden awareness of tightness in the snug confines of his trousers silenced him. He bundled his blanket over himself.

“Don’t lie. I heard you.”

And for some reason, some inexplicable reason, probably from a desire to instill trust—with an assassin of all people—Scorch said, “I took the Dream Moss.”

“You were moaning. You sounded troubled.”

Scorch couldn’t fight the blush. “It . . . wasn’t a bad dream.”

“Then why—” Vivid’s eyes widened, and he turned away from Scorch to straighten the blankets on his cot that were already straightened. “Get up. Axum is expecting you.”

Scorch shifted on the cot. “Right. Just, erm, give me a second.”

Vivid mumbled something unintelligible and headed out of the room, leaving Scorch alone. He sighed, willing away the evidence of his dream. He could see Vivid’s shadow in the tunnel outside the sleeping chamber, waiting for him. He could also see the cot where Elias had slept; he had left his covers unmade.

When the danger had passed, Scorch stood from the cot and straightened his blankets, copying the way Vivid had folded down the corners, and then he belted his sword around his waist and met him in the doorway. Vivid avoided eye contact and headed down the tunnel as soon as Scorch reached his side.

The Assassins’ Hollow was livelier than it had been the night before, or maybe Scorch’s head was merely clear enough to notice the smattering of surly, stealthy men and women roaming the vast chambers, all of them in black leathers similar to Vivid’s. They passed a woman with an eye patch and honey brown hair. Her top was sleeveless, exposing lean muscles and inked skin.

“Vivid. Thought I saw a handsome man sleeping in the cot next to you,” she said, falling in line at Vivid’s side as they walked. Her voice was smoky and deep, and Scorch knew she was the woman he’d heard the day before.

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