Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
He had stopped running, knowing they would be captured, but he had little choice left to him. But then he had not entered Driochmor without a plan and that plan was what had given him the confidence to let them be captured. What he hadn’t expected was the attempt to separate them.
That troubled him more than he cared to admit.
He eased her away from him. “Show me the necklace.”
Adira reached into the pocket of her skirt, removed the pouch and handed him the necklace.
Dravic carried it closer to the fire and studied it. There could be no mistaking the Morvane mark etched into it.
He looked at Adira. “Your mother gave this to you?”
She nodded, though she did not recall such a memory. It simply had been with her as long as she could remember.
Dravic handed it back to her and she slipped it back into the pouch and tucked it safely into her pocket.
He lingered in thought, his gaze on the hearth. Perhaps her mother had been Morvane. Perhaps she had fled the clan and taken Adira with her. There could have been countless reasons for doing so, particularly with a clan whose use of dark magic had made even the people of Driochmor fear them.
But one question continued to trouble him. If Adira had been born Morvane, why had she been unable to hear or speak? Surely those born to a clan steeped in magic would have possessed the means to help her.
Unless they had refused, or perhaps her mother had taken her away before they could. There were too many possibilities and not enough facts.
Dravic turned to her. “What I don’t understand is what you have to do with all of this. Why, whoever brought us here, has any interest in you?”
Her uneasiness showed.
With ease born of habit, Dravic slipped his arm around her waist and eased her close.
Adira moved closer, her body brushing against his, her hand resting on his arm.
“If we should be separated—”
Adira immediately pressed her finger to his lips and shook her head firmly.
He caught her hand and moved it away. “Nay. I want you to hear this.”
Adira stilled.
Dravic kept hold of her hand. “I’ve told you I love you when I believed you couldn’t hear the words. Now that I know you can…”
Her eyes glistened, sensing what he was about to say and wishing she had a voice so that he could hear the same from her.
“I love you, Adira.”
She lifted their closed hands to his face.
“And if by chance they separate us, if you cannot see me or know where I am, you remember that.”
Adira shook her head again, refusing even the possibility.
“I will do all I can for it not to happen.” His arm tightened around her, tugging her hard against him. “But if it does, you remember that I will come for you. I will search to the ends of the earth for you if we are ever separated.”
She nodded, though she did not even want to think of such a thing.
“And no matter what happens here, you do not doubt that.”
She nodded again, having no doubt he would find her and having no doubt she would wait for him.
Adira touched his chest, then placed her hand over her own heart.
Dravic understood, felt her silent words of love, and settled his lips over hers.
There was no urgency in the kiss. He kissed her slowly, lingering in the moment, not knowing when he would have another.
Adira felt it in him and herself, the uncertainty if they would ever share another kiss. She chased away the heartbreaking thought, refusing to believe it was even possible. And yet, the odds were against them here. Still, she held out hope. She would not lose him. She refused to.
Both their heads turned at the sound of heavy footfalls beyond the door.
They looked at each other. Their time alone was ending.
“No one can know that you are able to hear, not yet,” Dravic said quickly.
Adira nodded, agreeing.
Their lips met quickly as if sealing a pact and with arms around each other, they faced their destiny together.
The bolt on the door scraped back and several warriors entered.
“You’re to come with us,” one said.
Dravic didn’t bother asking where. He had demanded answers since arriving. Apparently, someone was finally prepared to give them.
He and Adira locked hands as they were escorted from the room and along the corridor.
Dravic kept her beside him as they descended the winding staircase, and she remained there when they reached the lower level of the castle and were led along a broad corridor.
Two massive wooden doors stood open ahead.
Dravic could see the Great Hall beyond.
Warriors lined the walls as he and Adira entered. Conversations ceased and faces turned toward them, but Dravic paid little attention to any of them.
His gaze went directly to the man standing before the dais.