Hawk stood motionless near the trees behind me, waiting for me to react to his nearness.
Or to his baiting.
“Be careful with Magus.” He cautioned.
“Why?”
“Because he likes difficult women. And I’d not favor him growing fond of mine.”
I stiffened. Mine?
I’m not his. Did ‘mine’ mean plural? It dawned on me for the first time how the other women looked at him. Wanted him.
There could be more.
It’s unlikely I’m his only toy. But something in me coiled and tightened at the image that the night I’d taunted him and left him, he’d rose and gone to another’s bed.
Would I have really expected otherwise? I glanced at his hard features over my shoulder. Is there anyone colder?
“How many do you have?”
“Not nearly enough.” He returned. Catching my
I walked back to my bed with a groan and flopped down to commence staring at the ceiling.The last thing I needed to consider, was the most dangerous on my mind.Especially when I don’t know who is peering in on my thoughts.Magus had spoken about fleeing the Guild as if he knew a way. And he’d talked about Hawk wanting to go.But if I brought it up and it was a trap, Hawk could have me killed.Warlord would destroy me for even perpetuating such an idea.But if it was true and I said nothing, no one would take me with them.And I could hardly remember how sweet freedom had tasted at this point...***But it came down to how much I truly trusted Hawk.The man who’d violated me.The man who was training me.The man who’d unlocked my power. Who’s sharing his with me.Yet, he was still the devious, dark bully.Bu
Stumped by Magus’ rationale, I left the Main Room on numbed feet but as I reached the stairs to head up toward the girl’s dorm, I caught wind of voices speaking low from the dark next to the stairs.And one of them is Hawk.His voice speaking in a confidential tone is what caught my attention. He was always so loud.Dominating and confident. He doesn’t sound like that now.“I’m trying everything.” Hawk reiterated. “She isgetting better.”“Not soon enough.” The commanding tone was unmistakable. It always sent scared shivers down my back.Somewhere in the back of my mind I could recall hearing it the night my parents were slaughtered, and I was brought to the Guild.I don’t know if he did it. But nonetheless his mere presence or his voice never failed to remind me of that evening. To send chills quaking down my body. Making even m
“What are you going to do when you find her?” Hawk asked quietly.“Everything I can to protect her. Like I promised her.”“Yes, Commander.” Hawk acknowledged.“And, Hawk?”“Yes?”“Send Magus to meet me in the secret hall. I have direction for him as well.”“Yes, Commander.”I realized Hawk’s footsteps were drawing near the base of the stairs.I fled up them. Catching my mage’s robes to run as fast as I could. Swinging around the banister and trying to make it behind the wall before he saw me. Reaching it I flattened against it to catch my breath.When I didn’t hear his darkly taunting voice, I knew I was safe. Sighing as I straightened and quietly walked down the corridor to my small chamber.Unaware Hawk still stood at the bottom of the steps. One hand on the railing as his shrewd green eyes had watched me vanish
Because King Detry is already leaning toward having me put down. I understood Hawk’s meaning.He wasn’t pushing me so hard because he was an ass. He was pushing me because he didn’t want to have to kill me.Or any of the others. I was shocked at the revelation.“You always had my attention. From the moment I realized how clever a mind you were hiding behind the fumbling practices. You lack confidence but what you miss in that you have in spades of strength.”I was searching for his shadow in the blackness. Peering around, as I wondered.“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Mary Mage?”“What?”“What is so obvious I have to work every moment to hide it.”“What?” I was blinking into the night dark chamber.His voice seemed to be moving around rapidly and I was having a hard time keeping track of him.Where i
I’d never thought I’d have hungered for Hawk’s touch. But feeling it now was a heady sensation. I was afraid I could find myself addicted to it.A tiny part of me admitted that I had always wanted his hands on me. Despite how much I’d resented his cruelty.But everything has changed. Especially considering everything I know now.He’d stripped me of my nightdress and in moments I felt the heat of his nude body sliding over me. The scent of him was wild and untamed.Like an animal caught in the woods.A creature fighting for survival. Willing to hide or fight…Whatever…Just to live.As he settled over me, I found my legs instinctively parting to allow his hips to rest between. His hard, pulsating length already ripe and ready to fill me. I could feel his eagerness rising in heady swells which rolled over me.He kissed my temple and I was intimately touched by the smal
I didn’t know when I’d fallen asleep, but I awoke when my bed began moving beneath me. I blinked my eyes open and was stunned to realize Hawk was still next to me, staring at the ceiling. “What’s wrong?”He won’t tell me. I chided myself for even asking.“I have to get up and get down there.” He sighed. Sounding like he wanted to do anything but that. He rolled his head to look at me. “So do you.”His voice was quiet, and he reached up to tuck a waving blonde tress behind my ear. “Be careful today. And do well.”“You keep saying that.”“King Detry is watching you very closely. If he decides you’re not up to par…” He sat up and began searching for his pants.“Then what?”He gave me a quick look over his shoulder and resumed roving the floor.“What, Hawk?” I asked again.He dropped t
“It was a mage once. One Detry decided he no longer had a need for. At least, not as she was…” Hawk’s voice dropped, and he looked sad. “Now she serves another purpose.”A mage? What possible purpose! Before I could ask, Hawk was speaking again.“As she is…” His voice quieted so much he was nearly inaudible.In this form, he means.“King Detry couldn’t curse someone like that!” I expostulated. Knowing the King possessed no magic.“No, he had me cast the spell when I was new.”New? New to magic.Why would the King make him do it? And why would he agree?“Why would you do that?” I stared at him, appalled.“I didn’t know then what I was doing.”“Who was she?”“Someone far more important than I knew…To some.” His face showed deep r
Why can’t I get it right? I stared at the untouched stake resentfully.I didn’t know why it was so hard for me. It was endlessly frustrating that it seemed I should be able to do this easily. I’d read enough to know precisely what to do.How to hold my hands. How to move. What to think.But I always doubted myself just as I should be cutting through the stake. And I failed.“Make them concentrate!” Warlord roared from his balcony.Drawing my eye.And I noticed motion on the balcony above him. The glint of the King’s crown and Hawk’s familiar face peering haughtily over the balcony down on us. His expression was stony. Unforgiving as he watched me.What is he thinking? I tried to touch his thoughts now but found them locked. I was sealed out.Oh, no. Something was making my stomach sink. My instincts were screaming that I wasn’t safe. Panic swelled