First Lord's Fury (Page 47)
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Aldrick ex Gladius, one of the deadliest swordsmen in Alera, hooked a finger down into the back of the woman’s bodice and dragged her close to him, leaving his sword extended. She leaned against his pull. He didn’t seem to notice. He slid a hand around her waist, when she was close enough, and pressed her shoulders back against his mailed torso. "Odiana," he rumbled. "Peace."
The fey-looking woman twitched several more times, her smile widening, and subsided. "Yes, lord."
"Little man," Aldrick rumbled. "What’s she doing here?"
Ehren smiled up at Aldrick, standing diffidently, as though he weren’t bright enough to notice all the naked steel in the room and too innocent of the ways of violence to understand how much danger he was in. "Ah, yes. She’s here to, ah, there’s a special mission for you all, and you’re to do it."
Amara glanced around the tent. She recognized some of the men and women in it, from long before, during her graduation exercise from the Academy. Back before her mentor had betrayed her. Back before the man she’d pledged her life to support had done the same. They were the Windwolves – mercenaries, the long-term hirelings of the Aquitaines. They were suspected in any number of dubious enterprises, and though she could not prove it, Amara was certain that they had killed any number of Alerans during their employers’ various schemes.
They were dangerous men and women one and all, strongly gifted at furycraft, known as an aerial contingent, Knights for hire.
"Hello, Aldrick," Amara said calmly, facing the man. "This is the short version: As of now, you are working with me."
His eyebrows climbed. His eyes went to Ehren.
The little man nodded, smiling and blinking myopically. "Yes, that’s correct. She’ll tell you what you need to know. Very important, and I’ve other messages to deliver, good hunting."
Ehren nodded and bumbled out of the tent, muttering apologies.
Grimacing, Aldrick watched him go and eyed Amara. A moment later, he put his sword away. Only then did the others in the room lower and put away their weapons.
"All right," he said, staring at Amara with distaste. "What’s the job?"
Odiana stared at her with what Amara could only describe as malicious glee. Her smile was unsettling.
"The usual," Amara said, smiling as though her innards hadn’t spent the last moments shimmying and twisting in fear. "It’s a rescue."
Chapter 13~14
Chapter 13
"You’ve barely touched the meal," Kitai said quietly.
Tavi glanced up at her, a stab of guilt hitting him quickly in the belly. "I…" The sight of Kitai in the green gown hit him even more heavily, and he lost track of what he’d been about to say.
The silken gown managed to satisfy propriety while simultaneously placing every one of the young woman’s beautiful features on display. With her pale hair worn up in an elegant coil atop her head, the rather deep neckline of the gown made her neck look long and delicate, giving the lie to the slender strength he knew was there. It left her shoulders and arms bare as well, her pale skin smooth and perfect in the glow of the muted furylamps inside the pavilion he’d had set up on a bluff overlooking the restless sea.
The silver-set emeralds she wore at her throat, upon a gossamer-thin wire tiara, and on her ears flickered in the light, gleaming with tiny inner fires of their own. A subtle firecrafting had been worked into them by a master artisan at some point in their past. The second firecrafting that went with them, an aura of excitement and happiness, hung around her like a fine and subtle perfume.
She arched one pale brow in challenge, her lips curving up into a smile, waiting for an answer.
"Perhaps," he said, "I’ve developed a hunger for something other than dinner."
"It is improper to have one’s dessert before the meal, Your Highness," she murmured. She lifted a berry to her lips and met his eyes as she ate it. Slowly.
Tavi considered sweeping the tabletop clear with one arm, dragging her across it and into his arms, and finding out what that berry tasted like. The notion struck him with such appeal that he had lifted his hands to the arms of his chair without even realizing it.
He took another slow breath, savoring the image in his mind, and the desire running through him, and with a moment’s struggle, sorted out which were his own ideas and which were hers. "You," he accused, his voice coming out much lower and rougher than he’d intended, "are earthcrafting me, Ambassador."
She ate another berry. More slowly. Her eyes sparkled as she did. "Would I do such a thing, my lord Octavian?"
It became a real effort of will to remain seated. He turned to his plate with a growl and took up a knife and a fork to neatly slice off and devour a piece of the beef – real, honest Aleran meat, none of that leviathan-chum they’d been forced to choke down on the voyage – and washed it down with a swallow of the light, almost transparent wine. "You might," he said, "if it suited you."
She took utensils to her own roast. Tavi watched her, impressed. Kitai generally took to a good roast with all the delicacy of a hungry lioness and often gave the impression that she would respond in a similar vein should anyone attempt to usurp her share. Tonight, if she did not move with the perfect smoothness of a young woman of high society, her behavior was nonetheless not too terribly far off the mark. Someone, presumably Cymnea, had been teaching her the etiquette of the Citizenry.
When had she found the time?
She ate the bite of meat as slowly as she had the berries, still watching his eyes. She closed her own in pleasure as she swallowed, and only a moment after did she open them again. "Are you suggesting that I would prefer it if you tore this dress from me and ravished me? Here? On the table, perhaps?"
Tavi’s fork slipped, and his next piece of roast went flying off the table and onto the ground. He opened his mouth to reply and found himself saying nothing, his face turning warm.
Kitai watched the roast fall and made a clucking sound. "Shame," she purred. "It’s delicious. Don’t you think it’s delicious?"
She ate another bite with the same, torturously slow, relaxed, elegantly restrained sensuality.
Tavi found his voice again. "Not half so delicious as you, Ambassador."
She smiled again, pleased. "Finally. I have your attention."
"You’ve had it the whole time we’ve been eating," Tavi said.
"Your ears, perhaps." She cleared her throat, resting her fingertips upon her breastbone for a moment, drawing his gaze there involuntarily. "Your eyes, certainly," she added drily, and he let out a rueful chuckle. "But your thoughts, chala, your imagination – they have been focused elsewhere."
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