Page 153 of The Orc's Captive Bride
“Then you will move heaven and earth to save her. As is your nature.”
He met the leader’s silver eyes and saw understanding there.
He knows. Knows what it’s like to love fiercely and to protect at all costs.
“You have a mate?” he asked.
“I did. Once.” Grief shadowed his expression. “She died defending our people. Gave her life so others could live.”
“I’m sorry.”
“As am I. But I honor her sacrifice by continuing to serve. To fight. To protect.” Rashad’s gaze returned to the fire. “That is all any of us can do. Fight for what we love and hope it’s enough.”
A surprisingly companionable silence settled between them.
Movement caught his attention from across the fire. Several of the Windrunners had moved to an open area beyond the firelight and started sparring. He watched them with professional interest.
They were good, fast and graceful. But they were also… playful. Enjoying themselves. This was training as sport rather than preparation for death. What must that be like? To train without the shadow of Lasseran’s expectations?
One of the warriors—tall, lean, with his white hair tied back—caught Khorrek staring and smiled as he walked over to join them.
“You watch like a warrior.”
“I am a warrior.”
“Yes. Lasseran’s weapon. Forged in blood and obedience.” The warrior’s silver eyes were amused. “But do you have skills of your own?”
His Beast stirred at the challenge.
“I’ve survived longer than most.”
“Survival is not the same as skill.” The warrior’s smile widened. “I am Baralt. And I would test your abilities.”
“Not interested.”
“No? Then you fear defeat.”
His eyes went black, his Beast surging to the surface.
How dare he?—
But Baralt was laughing. Delighted.
“There it is. The fire. The pride.” He gestured to the training area. “Come. Show me what Lasseran’s weapon can do.”
He should have refused, should have stayed to watch over Thea, but his Beast was demanding release. Demanding the chance to prove dominance.
And something in Baralt’s challenge felt… honest. A test. Not an insult.
He stood and rolled his shoulders, flexing his muscles.
Egon caught his eye and raised an eyebrow.
Are you sure?
He nodded once.
I need this.
