Page 198 of Unrivaled
The sorceress stilled for a moment.“Here?”
Even that one word.Perfectly threatening.
“Somewhere in these hills,” Dmytro confirmed.“They got access to the Wolf Runs and released something in them.Something that we think took out three packs.Could be more.”
Furious, I willed my fumbling fingers to obey my brain’s commands.If the Runs weren’t safe, had they consideredtellingpeople?If we tried to flee, and they were full of death clouds?—
“Why didn’t the Worgs smell it?”she asked.
I scowled.How the fuck hadn’tIthought of that?
“Unscented,” he said.“Invisible.”
“So it might not be poison?”she asked, her brow perfectly furrowed.
“We don’t know, Earthworker,” he replied.“All we know is that men go in and they don’t come out.”
“Men?”she pressed.
I pulled on my gambeson.I wanted to sayyeah, uncle.Men?What are we, Northern?
“The three groups were male,” he said.
All male groups?Really?No wonder they were dead.
“When?”the sorceress asked.“And where?”
I glanced up and saw her licking the butter from the paddle, the picture of majesty, still partially surrounded by the sex pile.
Asked smart questions.Could be sweet and dangerous.Could move entire mountains.Fantastic tits.
Fuckingperfect.
“We aren’t sure exactly which Runs are impacted,” he said.“We’ve no way of testing, save sending people in.”
“Canaries work in the mines,” I reminded him.
“Canaries don’t die to it,” he said.“A boy did, though.”
Fuck.I grabbed my cloak and started buckling it.Three packs.We couldn’t lose three packs.“Can you vent the Runs?”I asked the sorceress, ignoring my uncle.
“I’m sure I can.”She passed him back the now-empty butter bowl.“You want to search for survivors before I close them?”
“If there’s three packs, I do.”I pulled on the silver rings first.First on, first off, most often lost.I lifted my fingers to my lips and let out a whistle, knowing my friends would hear it and prepare.My fingers tasted like cunt cocktail.“I know the Runs in these parts.Where were they last seen?”I asked my uncle.
“You can’t—” he began.
“Rah rah rah.”I flicked my delicious fingers at him in dismissal.Hissmelt like his own ass.“Where were they seen?”
His cheeks went red.“Your brother ordered everyone out of them.”
My belly twisted.Whaarghun had taken over, then.Well, that was him good as dead.Whether the Northerners got to him first or one of our own did, keen to seize the title…
Fuck.
“Never listened to him anyway,” I said lightly.“Tell him he’s got my bow, if he wants it.”
“He gave himself to the Butcher to buy the freedom of Elementalist Denisa,” my uncle said stiffly.
