Page 102 of The Orc Chief's Baker
“No need, I can mend it.” Iytier tightened his hold around Savili, “I’d do the same for my woman.”
Brovdir’s chest swelled, “Go inside. Cherish your woman and babe. Rest easy in the knowledge that these secrets will be done by the morn.”
“Thank you.” Savili’s voice was choked. “So much.”
He nodded, and they quietly returned to their home.
And then he was alone with his woman.
And he was never going to lose her again.
“Brovdir, tell meeverything. Right now.”
Ah fuck, he couldn’t put off that order. “Come off the path.” He wanted a more private place to tell her.
“What exactly is this prophecy?” she demanded as he guided her into the woods. “Why are Savili and Iytier so determined? I understand not wanting to lose family, but it’s madness to try to keep everyone captive.”
Brovdir took her hand and shifted her to stand in front of him. Fades, she was small. Her head barely came up to the middle of his chest.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and boosted her up onto the boulder so she could meet his eyes without straining her neck. She murmured thanks and quickly adjusted into a more comfortable position. Her squirming drew him to distraction.
“Brovdir? The prophecy? Please?”
He puffed out a breath and forced his mind to the task. “The Fades are remaking the world.”
“Re . . . make. What does that mean?”
“Don’t know for certain.”
“But you have theories. Out with it. I want to know.” Her expression was steady and her eyes bore into him.
“The world will be destroyed.”
Her face went pale and he quickly gripped her arm to keep her steady. “Destroyed. Destroyedhow?”
“Not sure. The Fade storms may have something to do with it.”
“You mean those wind spiral storms some of the warriors talk about?”
He nodded.
“And . . . and what happens after that?”
He shrugged and shook his head. “Only know that the Fades want us to gather here before the reckoning.”
“So, the Rove Woods are the only place thatwon’tbe destroyed?”
“Think so.” He nodded.
“Think so? You don’t know?” Trinia was going paler by the moment.
He shook his head again and stroked her arm tenderly, wishing he knew how to offer comfort. He’d seen how the orc mates in Rove Wood Clan had taken the news. Many were still riddled with fear over what was to come.
“That’s why you can’t let anyone from Oakwallleave,” Trinia breathed. She looked off in thought, but brought her hand down to grip his tightly. “Because if they go, they’ll...”
He stared at their clasped hands. Chest warming and fluttering as delight overshadowed his discomfort. He hoped she felt as comforted by this touch as he was by hers.
“Do you have proof?” Trinia asked quietly.
