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I grin darkly. Perfect timing. The beast agrees as we watch him while he walks around the town, oblivious to us.
The beast yearns to explode out of me and rip his throat out here in the street, and I promise it that we will soon. For now, I want to play with him, stalk him, watch him wet himself in fear. I’ll draw it out and torment him as my female has been tormented.
We keep an eye on him until we see him wandering into the forest, and as we get closer, we smell him and realize he’s a shifter as well.
We follow him, anticipation of the hunt clawing at us.
Our revenge for Lia begins tonight, and it ends when the last of those who hurt her are dead at our feet.
Chapter Nine
Lia
Grey leaves me feeling frustrated and wondering why he didn't … I shiver as I remember him feeding me with his cock inside me. I thought he was going to fuck me at the table, but he didn't. He seemed content to simply hold himself in me.
Perhaps it's a shifter thing.
I was afraid that the healer would come while he was here, but it's not until the early evening that he appears. I don’t recognize him. He’s fae and the elder ones I recall from the healer tent from years ago were all goblins. Like the servants in the keep, they’ve been replaced by fae. I've never seen this one before and I wish it was Jak, who I at least trust.
The healer surveys me from the doorway, clearly tryingand failingto hide his disgust that he’s been ordered to come here. His robes are blue, of course. He’s older, likely a master, whereas Jak is a mid-level at most. Fae older than forty years are a rarity here as Varrik only saves the young ones when he finds fae, so I wonder at this one’s circumstances. Does Varrik employ him? I don’t think he’s one of the Skilled. Did Varrik find him in the Dark Realms and make an exception because he's a healer?
He steps forward, putting his long, thinning hair into a low ponytail at his nape and securing it with a leather thong.
'So you're the Harbinger,' he murmurs, not bothering to introduce himself.
His ice-blue eyes look me up and down again, and then he turns and calls over his shoulder.
'I want at least two of you in here with me.’
My eyes widen slightly as a couple of the guards from outside come into the room.
'Get on the bed,' he says with a flick of a finger in my direction. 'No need to remove the dress. I need only check your quim.’
I shudder but I do as he says with a rolling stomach, wanting to get this over with. I lay on the bed and look at the ceiling, trying not to react as my dress is bunched up and his cold hands widen my knees. His touch is impersonal at least and for that I'm thankful.
I try to ignore the guards who are standing behind him. They can see everything the healer is doing while at the ready so they can protect him if the subdued Harbinger attacks. I roll my eyes at the thought. As if their presence would save the healer if the Harbinger broke through the binding and wanted him dead. I ignore the fact that their eyes are fixed between my legs.
I can feel the Harbinger’s anger as two fingers slide into me, and I wince as a hand settles on my lower abdomen, though it’s relatively gentle. I glance at the healer’s face only to see him looking at the wall in consternation. At least he doesn’t seem to be enjoying this either.
He finally drags his fingers out of me and looks at them closely before he waves a hand and mutters a conjure.
‘Very good,' he says after a moment. 'I'll let my lord know that you are fertile and being bred. A babe shouldn't be too far off.'
He turns around and leaves the room without another word, and the guards smirk at me as I push my dress back over my legs, trying to hide my discomfort. I don't know why I care. I'm pretty sure most of the keep has seen my body at one time or another.
Finally, they leave, and the door closes. I shiver. The fire's gone out and I lament its loss already as I look through the window. The wind is picking up outside. It's howling through the turrets, and I’m sure I can smell snow on the breeze.
I get off the bed and snuggle under my new, thick blanket, not even bothering to take off the dress. I need all the extra protection from the elements I can get. Dane’s already been twice today, so dinner doesn’t come just as I knew it wouldn't and I send my silent thanks to Grey for bringing me food. For taking care of me. My abdomen tightens pleasurably. For feeding me from his fingers while his cock twitched inside me. I close my eyes, and my fingers drift down to my pussy as I think about it.
I findmyself at the Black Lake and I look around quickly, surveying it excitedly. I see the Harbinger by the edge, and I run to it, urging it towards me and hugging the other me tightly.
'Are you all right?' I ask, drawing back to look into its black eyes.
It nods, seeming surprised by my actions. 'You’ve missed me.'
'Yes,' I say. 'I've missed you.’
‘What's going on? Something's different,' it says, peering at me the way that I’m peering at it.
