Born of Stone

Gargoyle Masters - 1

Missy Jane

Dedication

This book is dedicated to every fan of fantasy and the many genres of romance, as well as the many wonderful authors of these genres. Building worlds is one of the main reasons I write. Thank you for stepping into one of my worlds for a little while.

Chapter One

Astrid trembled in fear as she approached the large stone table. Around its massive frame sat nine of the twelve brothers, so deep in conversation they took no notice of her. She silently stepped up to the head of the table and filled Master Kephas’s flask with red wine. He continued speaking as if she didn’t exist, waving his arms in emphasis. One meaty paw neared and she ducked, crouching low while continuing around the table. They spoke mostly in their odd language with an English word thrown in here and there. Astrid didn’t try to decipher any of it. She simply wanted to fill their flasks and escape again, unnoticed and unharmed.

So far, she’d remained remarkably untouched since being dragged into the castle. Whispered tales of other peasants being taken in for service only to never emerge again filled her nightmares. But she’d been ignored overall. The other humans working in the kitchen kept to themselves, and Astrid had long ago learned not to ask questions. She simply did what Simon bade quickly and quietly.

As if conjured from her thoughts, Simon appeared in the doorway and motioned to her. He wasn’t a big man, but tall and wiry. He reminded Astrid of a snake with the face of a rat. He’d been cruel since her first day and hadn’t improved one bit since. She rushed over, careful not to spill a single drop of wine.

“What’s taking so long? Stupid girl. Hurry up and put down the wine. It’s time to serve the soup.”

She hurried into the kitchen and set the flask of wine on a counter before turning to grab a tray laden with large porcelain bowls.

He watched her every move. “Spill a single one and I’ll have you whipped.”

Astrid nodded quickly and heaved the tray onto her shoulder. Though being whipped by a human hand was painful, she was much more concerned with the wrath of the Masters should she spill their first course. She’d dealt with whippings her whole life and had a mess of scars on her back to prove it. What she’d never felt the brunt of—and wouldn’t if she could help it—was a Master’s anger. She’d seen Master Petros angry one time and still had nightmares over it. He’d tossed the stone dining table into a wall and it had shattered on impact. His roars had echoed throughout the castle while the humans ran, screaming in fear. She’d huddled beneath the countertop where she slept—where she spent most of her time. It had taken all eleven of his brothers to calm Master Petros down.

She shook away the fear that memory brought and stepped back into the dining room. The men were laughing now at some tale or joke from Master Dunstan. Most of them leaned back in their wooden chairs, relaxed and far enough from the table for her to set out their bowls. As before, not a single one spared her a glance, but they each dipped into the soup soon after she placed it. The moment the last bowl was settled, Astrid all but ran back into the kitchen. The other workers weren’t friendly to her—or even nice—but they were human. Being in their company was better than quaking in fear of anything the Masters might say or do.

The first time she’d spied one of the protectors of the realm, Astrid had thought him the most glorious man she’d ever seen. She still acknowledged the brothers were handsome and well built. But now she knew they weren’t human and could easily crush her like a bug. It was a sobering thought—knowing she was little more than a gnat in their eyes. They might spend their days keeping the evil at bay, well away from the living stone wall that surrounded the Kingdom of Halstrid. However, fighting such vile creatures had turned them into creatures themselves. They were gargoyles, flesh and blood when they wished, or stone when in battle. They commanded inhuman strength with the senses of the best hunter. Mere humans were powerless against them.

“Wine!”

Astrid startled at the call from the deep voice she now recognized as belonging to Haldor. He certainly liked his drink and hated waiting for it. She grabbed the wine and rushed to refill his flask.

Orestes noticed the human woman rush back into the room with the cask of wine held before her like a weapon. He’d seen her a lot over the past two days, serving at their table in silence. She hurried to Haldor, who had most likely already forgotten his summons during his ripping into Kephas over their latest bet.

“Just because you are the oldest doesn’t make you the smartest, Kephas.”

All but the brother in question laughed at that observation. Kephas sat back with his arms crossed over his massive chest and raised a bushy black brow at Haldor. It was a joke among them to refer to him as the oldest since he was the first created.

“And I suppose you think you are, Haldor?”

The laughter died and all eyes turned to Haldor for his answer.

“Perhaps. I did win the bet. One you set the terms for, if I remember correctly.”

Orestes wasn’t the only one to roll his eyes. All of them clearly remembered Kephas painstakingly deciding on the terms of the bet. Orestes turned to catch his oldest brother’s response and once again took note of the woman. She had already filled Haldor’s flask and was trying to peek into the others without getting within arm’s reach of the table. It was actually rather amusing to see the small woman going up onto the tips of her toes to accomplish her task. She wore the tattered dress of a peasant, dirt staining the hem over her bare feet. Orestes frowned at the sight and let his gaze roam over the rest of her.

Thick black curls framed her thin face, falling in tangled waves to her waist. It looked as if she’d tried to tie them back, but the bit of string she’d used only held about half of the mass. Her large brown eyes were underlined by dark rings of fatigue and her pink lips were chapped. Her dress hung on her thin frame as if she hadn’t eaten well her entire life. Orestes’s frown deepened when he glanced down at his half-eaten soup. He was almost tempted to offer it to her but didn’t want to embarrass her in front of his brothers. He knew too well how proud some idiot humans could be.

It bothered him that a member of their staff would be in such condition. Were the other humans in the same state? Shame burned in his gut when he realized he’d never taken enough time to notice. There was no reason for her suffering. The guardians were well compensated by the monarchy for their protection of the realm. He knew for a fact funds were set aside for running the household staff. Surely they were paid as well. He glanced at his brother, Wynnston, who was in charge of dealing with the servants around the castle. He would have to question him on it after Kephas and Haldor settled their debate.

The woman moved around the table and out of his line of sight. His large brothers now sat in the way, but soon she would be at his elbow. A new and strange urge overtook Orestes and he wasn’t certain what to do. For the first time ever, he desired to speak to a human. It certainly wasn’t unheard of. A few of his brothers even bedded them on occasion. However, Orestes didn’t usually deal with humans directly. There was the occasional ceremony he was forced to attend when they dedicated some statue or structure in his name. As a guardian, he was revered as a great protector and nearly worshipped in some villages. He didn’t like the worship but he liked the awe-inspired wariness. The less he had to deal with humans the better. Usually. For some odd reason, this little mouse of a human woman intrigued him, and he wanted to figure out why.

Astrid stepped gingerly around the back of Goran’s chair and peeked into Sakhr’s flask. It too was still practically full. As she’d expected, only Haldor and Dunstan had needed more wine. She’d heard of a drinking competition between the two of them that had lasted nine days. The servants still debated over who had won. With one flask to go, she leaned forward and rose up onto her toes to look into Orestes’s, but then it moved up and out of her sight. She gasped and stepped back quickly as he took a deep swallow before slowly lowering the drink from his handsome face. Her eyes on the flask, Astrid didn’t notice him watching her until he spoke.

“I’m still good on wine, little human, but perhaps you would like a cup?”

Astrid felt the blood drain from her face and wondered if she would faint dead on the spot.

Orestes frowned when she took another step back and vigorously shook her head. “Come now. I mean you no harm,” he said. “Are you ill?”

Her heart fairly leapt out of her chest as he rose from his seat and stepped toward her. At barely five-foot-three, she had to crane her neck to face him, but only raised her gaze to his neck. It was thick and strong like the rest of him. He towered at least a foot over her, but his massively broad shoulders seemed to blot out all light from the wall sconces around the room. She panted in fear and fought the urge to beg for mercy.

Orestes took the final step until only a foot span separated them. Behind him, the room had fallen silent while his brothers watched the scene unfold. Astrid didn’t know what she had done wrong and silently cursed her inherent clumsiness.

“Forgive me, my lord,” she whispered.

Orestes reached out and took the cask from her shaking hands. She gasped and released it, throwing her arms over her head for protection.

“What the hell? Orestes, what have you done to the girl?” Steinn called out.

“Nothing, brother. Yet she is quaking in absolute terror. You there. Come here and tell me what is wrong with this woman.”

Astrid stayed shaking against the wall as hurried footsteps echoed in the room. She recognized Simon’s gait and her back burned in expectation.

“Yes, Master Orestes?” Simon asked.

“What’s wrong with this woman?”

There was complete silence for a few seconds before Simon chuckled and grabbed Astrid’s arm. She tensed, but didn’t dare pull away while he dragged her toward the kitchen.

“Nothing the matter, my lord. She’s simply nervous from serving your table these past few nights.”

Astrid dared a glance at Orestes, who was frowning at Simon and shaking his head as if in dispute. Kephas walked over to his brother and clasped his shoulder before responding. “Ah, a new recruit, eh? Best take her into the kitchen and calm her down. Perhaps give her a drop of wine and let her rest. We can wait on the next course.”

Simon nodded, dragged her through the swinging wooden door, and threw her to the floor as soon as they were out of sight of the Masters.

“Stupid, bitch,” he hissed. “What the hell did you think you were doing?”

He couldn’t yell for fear the Masters would hear, and Astrid hoped that would also keep him from hitting her. She would be punished but didn’t mind a little delay.

“I’m s-sorry. I’m s-so sorry.”

He reached down and grabbed her by the hair before dragging her across the hard, stone floor. Astrid clasped his wrist in both hands to relieve some of the pressure, but it did no good. He pulled her out the door into a courtyard adjacent to the kitchen where they grew herbs and vegetables. A tree stump for chopping wood sat in the center with an axe imbedded in the top. Even in the dim light of the setting sun, it gleamed as if expecting her blood.

“I’ll teach you to embarrass me like that, you stupid bitch. I knew from the first time I saw you, there would be trouble.”

Tears streamed from Astrid’s eyes and her head pounded in pain. Simon threw her against the stump and pulled a small whip from within his jacket. “Turn around and face the stump. Don’t even think of running or you won’t be welcome back. You know what it’s like out there for a woman alone.”

She did. After years of living on her own in the forest, too young and inexperienced to hunt and too old to earn the pity of strangers, Astrid had nearly starved to death. On one of her rare excursions into a village, she’d been convinced to come to this castle. She still hadn’t decided if it was a better life or not, but she feared going back into the forest alone.

With no thought but survival, she turned and gripped the edges of the stump. Simon pulled apart the ties on the back of her dress and pushed her hair over one shoulder, baring her already scarred skin. She shivered and braced her feet apart, awaiting the inevitable pain. She heard Simon move back and knew he raised his hand to strike. In the next heartbeat, pain lanced across her back and she heard the crack of his whip.

A roar unlike anything she’d ever heard echoed across the courtyard. “What the hell?”

She tensed for the second strike from Simon’s whip but it didn’t come.

“Master Orestes, sir. I have to—”

“Get the fuck away from her before I rip your head from your neck.”

Astrid dared a glance over her shoulder and found not only Master Orestes, but all nine gargoyle brothers glaring at Simon in rage. Simon looked like a ghost, white as a sheet with his mouth gaping. He quickly stepped back from Astrid and let the whip drop to the ground while Orestes moved toward them.

“This is what you do? This is how you run our household staff? With fear and brutality? And humans think we’re the monsters.”

Orestes picked up the whip and slashed at him, hitting him across the chest and causing Simon to cry out. He dropped to the ground, writhing in pain and begging for mercy.

Orestes looked at his brother. “This is why I followed the bastard. I knew he was lying about her being new. She’s served at our table before.”

Astrid stood frozen, watching in horrified fascination when all of the brothers surrounded Simon and began to debate what to do with him. It was obvious they had no clue he’d been beating the staff for years.

“We’ll take care of him and call the rest of the humans together to learn the extent of his abuse, brother. Take the woman upstairs and tend to her wounds.”

Astrid whipped her head around to face Kephas at that statement. Orestes stood beside him, watching her with anger in his eyes.

“Will do.”

As he neared, Astrid momentarily considered running. She didn’t know how long she would last in the forest this time but anything had to be better than facing a Master’s wrath. Then, before she could bolt, he was there. She looked up to meet Orestes’s eyes.

“Come, lady. I’ll help you feel better.”

Before she could say a word, he picked her up and cradled her to his chest like a child. She gasped and threw her arms around his neck in response. His hard chest and large biceps made her feel protected rather than fearful, and she marveled at how gently he held her. He strode through the kitchen, earning curious looks from the other servants, who quickly moved out of his way. Astrid noted his frown when fear shone on their faces.

“Why do all of you fear me when it was a human beating you?” he mumbled.

She heard the anger in his voice but dared to answer anyway. “He said it was at your direction.”

“Mine?”

“A-all of the Masters, sir.”

Dark blue eyes focused on her with such intensity she moved her arms over her head in fear. Orestes immediately stopped walking and tightened his grip.

“I have not, nor will I ever, harm an innocent human, either by my own hand or in my instructions to another. Do you understand?”

It took a second or two for Astrid to calm her fears, but then she lowered her arms and looked up into his scowling face. He was such a fierce specimen she didn’t know whether or not to believe him. However, in her time at the castle she’d never seen any of the Masters actually hurt anyone.

Orestes raised a brow, obviously awaiting her agreement. She nodded and he took a deep breath. “Good.”

With that, he proceeded through the dining room and into the foyer.

Astrid had never been anywhere in the castle but the kitchen and dining room. As Orestes climbed the massive staircase, she couldn’t help but look around in awe. Large, beautifully woven tapestries lined the walls, depicting knights in battle with all manner of vile creatures.

“Do you like them?”

His deep voice didn’t startle her this time and she thought it would be rude not to answer. She had to clear her throat twice.

“They’re beautiful.”

He raised his head and looked around as if noticing the tapestries for the first time. They had bypassed the second landing and made it to the third before he moved away from the stairs to walk down a long hallway. Wooden doors lined both sides of the hall, each intricately carved in various designs. Astrid barely had the chance to look around before Orestes pushed open a door and strode inside. The room was pitch black, but he seemed to have no trouble navigating his way through as he walked deeper inside. Astrid gasped and clung to his shirt when he leaned down and gently placed her on a soft surface.

“If you don’t let go, I can’t light the fire.”

Amusement was unmistakable in his voice and Astrid released his shirt in annoyance. She sat up on what she assumed was his bed while his shadowed form moved away from her and back toward the door.

“Is this your room?” she asked.

He closed the door and she tried to ignore her spark of fear at hearing the lock turn. She would never have expected to find herself lying in one of the Master’s beds, locked in his room for some unknown purpose. Whether he truly meant to tend to her wounds she didn’t know, but running seemed impossible now.

He moved silently around the room and she couldn’t see even a hint of him. Then a hiss sounded a few feet away and she had to close her eyes against the abrupt glow of flame. He stood, a dark silhouette against the bright flames in his large stone fireplace.

“Yes, this is my room. Do you like it?”

His voice seemed deeper, more intimate, as he slowly made his way back to her. She swallowed and looked up, but the light behind him left his face in shadows and hid his expression.

“Um, yes. Yes it’s, uh…very nice.”

He chuckled and turned away from her, removing the long, dark leather coat he seemed to prefer. She realized why when he slipped it off his broad shoulders, revealing multiple weapons. Astrid was about to pull her legs into a more comfortable position when she noticed the dirt caked on them. Shame burned through her, heating her cheeks as she quickly moved to the side of the bed and slipped off.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

Orestes was suddenly at her side. For such a large man, he moved quickly and almost silently. Astrid gasped and took a step back from him.

“My feet. They’re too dirty for your nice bed.”

Annoyance flashed across his expression but at least it wasn’t anger. Astrid realized she was growing comfortable in his presence—a dangerous habit to be sure. Still, when he ran a hand down his face and wariness filled his gaze, she couldn’t help but feel better.

“I’ll return shortly,” he said, before stalking out of the room.

She looked at the closed door in indecision. He obviously expected her to stay put and hadn’t threatened her in any way thus far. Should she await his return? Doubts filled her and she shivered as cold from the stone floor raced up her legs. The warm glow of the fire called to her and Astrid went willingly. As she crossed the vast space from his bed to fireplace, she noticed Orestes’s room was much larger than she had realized. Additional large tapestries lined the walls and various furs covered most of the floor.

His massive bed could easily sleep six people, even with the large man in the middle. That image sent a surge of jealousy racing through her and she shook her head at her ridiculousness. The Masters belonged to no women, especially human women. It was said they left the realm to bed the race of warrior women in Keva when the mood took them. The journey to the neighboring realm went from a ten-day journey to a matter of hours once the gargoyles spread their wings. Astrid shuddered at the thought. She’d only seen a gargoyle in flight once and it had been an awesome sight. It still amazed her how their wings disappeared when they took human form.

Aside from his bed, the only other furniture in the room was a wardrobe and desk. There was also a large chest at the foot of his bed, big enough for a human to fit inside. Astrid frowned and looked away from it. Her eyes landed on a desk piled high with books. She’d heard a servant mention a library somewhere in the castle. Astrid had taught herself to read simple words over the years and longed to own just one book. She’d secretly hoped she would be assigned to dust the library so she could at least look at them. Faced with the bounty on Orestes’s desk, she couldn’t help but wander over and stare in fascination at the stack. It reached her chin and hid, a closer inspection revealed, a similar stack behind it. She reached a shaky hand to touch the top book when Orestes’s voice sounded in her ear.

“You know how to read?”

She screamed and leapt away, hitting her hip against the desk hard enough to send both stacks of books tumbling down.

“Oh no.”

Astrid was nearly in tears over the mess she’d made and threw herself on the floor, grabbing books and stacking them as quickly as she could in an effort to clean the mess. She felt more than heard Orestes bend down beside her, but rather than help, he gently grabbed her wrists.

“Stop, lady. Don’t fret over this.”

Her head snapped up and she tried to pull from his grasp. He released her and she moved back, falling on her bottom in her effort to get out of his reach.

“I’m sorry, my lord. I’m so sorry.”

“Please, just stop.” He released a breath and swiped the books out of his way, crawling toward her while she continued to slide back. She reached the wall and shut her eyes, throwing her arms over her head.

“No. Don’t do that again. How can I convince you that I mean you no harm?”

The exasperation in his voice finally penetrated her fear and Astrid lowered her arms slowly. He was sitting back on his legs, a whisper away, staring down at her with concern. When he realized she was watching, he reached out and gently moved her arms down.

“What is your name?”

She swallowed her fear and answered in a whisper, “Astrid.”

His eyebrows shot up and a sudden grin made him even more handsome. “Astrid? How about that? Tell me, my little star, how did you come to be in my home?”

She opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out. What should she tell him about the hardships of her life? Would he really care? He frowned at her hesitation before sighing and leaning back. She closed her still-gaping mouth while he stood and reached for her.

“Come. I’ve arranged a bath for you.”

That got her attention. “Bath?”

Obviously sensing her excitement, he smiled and led her from his room. “Yes, a warm bath. Then I’ll put a healing ointment on that wound. No sense doing that until you’re clean.”

Shame filled her as she considered how she looked. Whispers about Keva told of large, beautiful women with fair skin and golden hair. Astrid knew she was a plain, little, mousy-looking thing. Small and insignificant. She’d never expected to catch the eye of a man, much less a Master. Orestes must think she was a mess, smelly and dirty. A bath would take care of the worst of her appearance, though she couldn’t help the scars and her stature. With a sigh of resignation, she went willingly through a door across the hall from his room.

Chapter Two

Astrid gasped when they stepped into the bathing room, and Orestes looked down to gauge her reaction. Awe shined from her eyes as she took in the large pool, steam billowing off the clear water. He hid his grin, but satisfaction filled him at her response. Her small, fragile frame intrigued him. He’d never been interested in a human woman before because they looked so weak. However, something about Astrid called to him and he couldn’t dismiss her so easily.

He was wary of frightening her again and had no clue how she would react to his bathing her. However, he had no intention of leaving her alone to tend to her own bath. The poor thing was exhausted, swaying on her feet. She’d had a rough evening and he feared her falling asleep in the water. He didn’t know if she could swim and the water reached his chest. The top of her head barely hit the same spot. He smiled at the direction of his thoughts while he tried to justify his decision to stay. He was confident she wouldn’t argue if he simply didn’t leave.

Testing that theory, he led her to a marble bench and sat down. She watched silently while he removed his boots and socks, then he stood and removed the holster he wore like a vest. He unbuckled the second holster around his waist and laid his weapons on the bench, showing her more trust than he gave even his brothers. He doubted she would realize the significance of his removing all weapons in her presence, and tried not to consider why he was even doing it. Her eyes widened when he pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor, but she still said nothing. He loosened the ties on his pants before looking up into her curious gaze.

“Are you going to bathe in your dress?”

Her eyes widened further and she looked down at the rag hiding her body from his starving eyes. “Oh. Uh…”

He flashed a reassuring smile before stepping to the side of the pool and removing his pants. Without looking back to see her reaction to his nakedness, he dove head first into the warm water. By the time he surfaced, she had joined him, her dress in a puddle beside his pants. Disappointment flittered through him at missing her initial unveiling. He wanted to know if the scars he’d spied on her back were on other parts of her body as well. She had removed the feeble tie from her hair and a riot of curls framed her pale face.

He stood and walked over to where she clung to the wall. As he’d suspected, her feet couldn’t touch the floor if she wanted her head to stay above water. Moving slowly, so as not to frighten her again, he took her by the arms and pulled her against his chest. She gasped and blushed prettily, lowering her eyes to where her hands now rested on him.

“M-Master?”

“Orestes, sweet Astrid. You needn’t call me Master.”

Amazingly, her blush deepened while she nodded in agreement. “Orestes, what…uh, what are we doing here?”

He smiled at her but she still wouldn’t look up. He sighed and turned toward one end of the pool.

“We’re bathing, little star.”

“Oh.”

She didn’t say anything else when he pulled her to the small waterfall streaming over a manmade cliff. Her head turned from side to side as if she was trying to see everything at once. Orestes looked around at the room he’d taken for granted for years. Human houses tended to have bathing rooms as well, though none as large or opulent as this. The Masters had constructed their home on their own, planning and arranging each room with care and consideration. The castle boasted eighteen bedrooms, four bathing chambers, a massive kitchen, a large dining room and the biggest library in the kingdom. Not even the king owned so many books and scrolls as the brothers. Orestes had never been proud of that fact until he had seen the fascination on Astrid’s face while she gazed longingly at his books.

He set her down so her bottom rested on an outcropping. That put the waterline just below her neck and he couldn’t help a sigh of disappointment. Though he could see through the crystal clear water, he ached to get a full view of her small, round breasts. They would barely be a handful but he bet the light brown nipples would be sweet as honey. She seemed to finally notice the direction of his gaze and slowly raised her arms to cross them over her bosom. He looked up into her large brown eyes and was surprised to see confusion there.

“M—uh…Orestes, did you want me to bathe you?” she asked.

He nearly laughed but settled for wrinkling his brow and shaking his head. “No, sweetness. I shall bathe you.”

Her pretty mouth dropped open but no words emerged. Rather than wait for her permission or her anger, he reached for a tray of soaps on a nearby ledge. Most were masculine scents for him and his brothers, but there was a glass vial with a swirling pink concoction he hadn’t ever used. He pulled the stopper and sniffed, instantly pleased with the scent.

Astrid closed her mouth and remained silent while he poured a few drops onto the palm of one hand. Then he motioned to the waterfall with his chin.

“Lean over and wet your hair. I’ll wash it first.”

She glanced at the waterfall then back at him. With only a small hesitation, she dropped her arms to grab his shoulder so she could do as instructed. He remained stock still while her small hand gripped his skin. It nearly burned where her slender fingers held him. Arousal instantly shot through him from that innocuous spot to his groin. He was hard and ready in an instant and prayed she wouldn’t notice, lest it frighten her. He wanted her without a doubt, but he would cut off his own arm rather than scare her away.

“Enough?” she asked.

Her light voice brought him out of his lustful thoughts and he looked to see her mass of curly hair plastered to her head. It was an amusing sight but he sensed laughing would embarrass her. Instead he merely smiled and tilted her chin up with one hand.

“Yes, that’s good. Hold your head up so the soap doesn’t run into your eyes.”

She obeyed and shut her eyes tightly. It was another comical look but he again fought his humor. He rubbed the soap between his palms before smoothing it over her head as gently as possible. Then he eased his fingers through the tangled strands. It wasn’t an easy task. He didn’t want to hurt her but her hair appeared to not have been brushed properly for days. Luckily the soap he had chosen had a soothing property and within a few minutes, his fingers were easing between the strands unhindered.

As soon as he was satisfied that her hair was completely covered and the tangles smoothed, he cupped the back of her neck with one hand and her shoulder with the other. He eased her beneath the waterfall and rinsed the soap from her hair.

“There, now. Isn’t that better?”

She wiped her eyes before opening them. He was again struck by the innocence in her gaze. It was quickly replaced by wonder when she ran her fingers through her hair.

“Oh! It’s so smooth and soft. What by the Goddess did you use? It’s a miracle…or magic.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Neither miracle nor magic. Just a good soap crafted by a villager. Of course, it is possible she’s a witch. One never does know these days.”

She stared at him a moment as if to gauge his seriousness and he let out a laugh. “I’m joking, Astrid. No magic at all. I promise.”

She wrapped her arms across her breasts again and his amusement died. With a sigh, he grabbed another soap for her body.

Astrid was humiliated beyond all reason when Orestes bade her to stand on her perch. She nearly refused, but the look of determination on his face kept her mute. Why did he want to see her body, anyway? It was hideous, covered in scars and bruises. She was ashamed of the indentations from her ribs, which were clearly visible to his eyes. She slowly turned her back when he said and kept her arms over her breasts. He hadn’t ordered her to drop them so she held onto what cover she could. The hair between her legs was uncovered but there was nothing she could do about that. And why would he care anyway? She knew she was nothing in comparison to most of the women in the village, much less the women of Keva.

“Astrid, you have not worked here long enough to earn so many scars from Simon.”

The anger in his voice wasn’t surprising. It seemed the Masters were always angry over something. Since he hadn’t asked a direct question, she kept her mouth shut.

His large hands landed softly on her shoulders, making her jump and drop her arms despite the gentle touch.

“Calm yourself,” he murmured. “I’ve sworn not to hurt you. Remember?”

“Y-yes.”

“Now that I know of Simon’s treachery, I understand your fear. But I swear there is no reason for it.”

She tightened her lips while his hands smoothed down her arms to her wrists, then back up in a single glide. He slipped them between her arms and breasts. Before she could react they were gone again, gliding down her ribs to her hips. He ran them over her bottom and then back up her back. He soaped her nape before dropping his hands to her bottom again. Then he moved them below the water to her legs. By the time he reached her ankles, she was nearly breathless.

“Turn around.”

Surely he didn’t mean to give the same treatment to her front?

She did as he said. There really was no choice. Whether she liked it or not, he was her Master, and she knew better than to disregard anything he said.

Her position on the shelf put her one head above him but she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. His perusal was like a physical caress when he glanced over her ruined body. Heat filled her cheeks the longer he looked, until she was certain her face would catch fire.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I find you quite beautiful.”

That immediately had her gaze snapping to his and irrational anger filling her gut. How dare he mock her so?

“Oh, aye. Beautiful as a crumbling statue of the great and hideous Medusa, perhaps.”

The bastard grinned and shook his head. “Of course not. I find beauty in the strength it obviously took to endure this abuse.” His grin faded along with her anger. “I speak truly, Astrid. I find you very lovely indeed.”

“Oh…”

As if that was his cue, he took the vial of soap between his hands again for another dose. Then he treated the front of her body to the same sensual assault as the back. She kept her gaze firmly fixed on a spot on the far wall, trying in vain to ignore the feelings his touch ignited. However, she couldn’t help flinching the first time his rough hands passed over her erect nipples. She gasped and nearly moved away but he grabbed her shoulders to steady her.

Without a word, he palmed her breasts and squeezed lightly. Her pulse sped up and her breathing became labored. How could such a simple touch affect her so? She’d been with men before. Two to be exact. But now that she thought back on those wholly unremarkable experiences, she knew their hurried groping in the dark was nothing like this simple touch. Orestes was akin to the most skilled sorcerer conjuring magic from her weakened body. She wanted to fall at his feet and beg for more but feared to even speak.

Then his hands slipped down to her flat stomach and she could breathe again. She ignored the disappointment singing in her veins and tried to remain still as his touch tickled her navel. Nervousness flittered through her when his fingers neared her lower curls. But what could she do? She didn’t have the strength to stop him or the will to move away from his touch. So instead she shut her eyes tightly and prayed to the Goddess he would finish quickly.

Was she innocent then? Orestes honestly couldn’t tell from the play of emotions crossing her lovely face. He knew there was one sure way to tell, but feared she would either scream or claw his eyes out if he attempted it. No, for now he would touch only the surface of her body. Anything else would have to wait until he had earned at least a little more of her trust.

He skimmed his fingers through the bushy hair at the apex of her legs. It was an odd sensation. He was used to the smooth mons of the Keva. They kept their bodies hairless with oils found only in their tropical home. He vaguely wondered if he could attain some of those oils for Astrid’s skin. Would she even allow him to apply them? He didn’t mind the hair so much. It was just different. With soapy fingers, he delved into the curls and ignored her gasp. She began to tremble when he gently cupped her sex and flexed his fingers.

He soaped her well, causing her to widen her stance. She grasped his shoulders for balance and he kept his gaze firmly on his hand lest he frighten her. If the hunger slowly building in his body showed even slightly on his face, she would be frightened for sure. Luckily the water hit him just above where his erection already stood proudly from his body. Had she noticed? The temptation to look at her face was strong but he fought it. For now, he would satisfy himself with this simple touch and cleanse her.

He hadn’t delved as deeply when her back was turned. He did so now, keeping one hand on her sex while wrapping his other arm around to the back. She gasped again and her grip on his shoulders tightened, but she didn’t cry out or pull away. He took that as permission to gently explore her secrets. One hand slipped between her nether lips while the other dipped between her cheeks. They met in the middle at her most sensitive flesh and he massaged her slowly with two fingers. Her breathing stuttered before speeding up and her grip tightened further until her short nails bit into his flesh. His cock was so hard he feared he might come just from touching her this way.

Finally, he could no longer resist temptation and lifted his gaze to look at her expression. Her eyes were tightly shut, her head thrown back. The pulse in her neck beat a frantic tempo and her breasts heaved. She was the picture of feminine passion and there was no way to stop himself from indulging. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss at the base of her throat. When she didn’t stop him, he did it again. Then again with a small bite. She moaned and pushed her hips forward against his hand.

“Master…”

“Uh-uh, my little star. I told you to call me Orestes.”

“Oh….Orestes…I…oh…”

Her brow furrowed and her hips sped up. He watched her lovely face while her body trembled in his arms. She was close. So close he could almost taste her arousal on the air. Had she ever felt this passion before? For another man? A deep growl left his chest before he could stop it at the thought and her eyes flew open. Her pupils were dilated, making her brown eyes appear even larger. It gave her a look of innocence that deeply contrasted the wanton movement of her hips. He growled again.

“Oh, Orestes.”

He moved his fingers faster through the moisture seeping from her body. Then she cried out and threw her head back again as her small frame shuddered. She was falling apart in his arms and he had never seen a lovelier sight. He kept his fingers in play until her muscles relaxed and she whimpered. Then he slowly pulled them away and picked her up, cradling her against his chest. Her head rested just above his heart. Could she hear it racing? He’d never been so aroused without a single touch from a woman.

He kissed her forehead and she looked up at him with a dazed expression. Masculine pride filled him at knowing he had satisfied her so well. But there was so much more he wanted to do with her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He frowned. “Sorry? Whatever for?”

She chewed on her bottom lip a moment before slowly raising her head to meet his gaze. It appeared to take a supreme effort.

“For what just happened. I know you were only trying to wash me.”

He threw his head back and laughed, tightening his grip on her slender body. Once his amusement subsided he caught her gaze again and instantly sobered at the uneasiness he spied.

“My precious lady, you have nothing to apologize for. I assure you, I enjoyed that as much as you did. If not more.”

True confusion spread across her face. “How?”

He turned to sit on the shelf so he could hold her in his lap. She sat up so she was nearly eye-to-eye with him. She couldn’t possibly have missed his erection pressing into her hip, though she ignored it.

“Have you never had a man pleasure you before?” he asked.

She chewed her lip again and shrugged. “Not really. I mean…I’ve been with a man before. Er, two men…but it was nothing like that.”

He growled once more, the sound unbidden while anger over another man touching her went through him. He didn’t even question the emotion. Like his kin, once he decided he wanted a woman, he wanted her all for himself. True, it didn’t happen often and he usually lost interest quickly. But there was just something about this little human that intrigued him. He honestly couldn’t imagine losing interest quickly this time.

“Ma—er…Orestes?”

He took a deep breath and released it slowly, holding her gaze. She didn’t look away but a shiver went through her frame.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

She shook her head even as he wrapped his arms more securely around her. “No.”

Pure joy filled him when she didn’t attempt to pull away. She was now firmly against his chest, his hard cock pressing into her soft body. He growled again at the sensation and couldn’t help rocking against her slightly. A light blush reddened her cheeks and she dropped her gaze to his chest.

“Do you need me to…um…take care of that?”

His thick eyebrows shot up and she thought she would die of humiliation on the spot. Did he have to seem so surprised by every word out of her mouth? It made her feel like a child.

“Take care of it?” he asked. “And how would you do so?”

Could she die from all the blood in her body rushing to her face? If so, it would surely happen very soon. All she could so was shrug and chew on her lip again. Soon it would be a raw sore.

“I’m not certain, sir. I mean…the others just…they put it inside me and then were done.”

He chuckled but it didn’t sound nearly as amused as his earlier laughing. She dared a glance at his face and found him frowning.

“Did they?” he asked. “Did you enjoy that?”

“No, sir. Not at all. I was just happy when they finished so quickly.”

Did he just growl again? The first time the deep rumbling had sounded from his chest, she had frozen in fear. She was growing used to it, but certainly didn’t understand it.

“I assure you, Astrid, I have no plans to finish quickly. And you will enjoy every second of my touch.”

He stood then as if the conversation was over. She didn’t understand any of this but remained silent while he moved beneath the slow waterfall. The warm spray washed over them and he dropped her legs so he was holding her flush to his body. She threw her arms around his neck in fear he might let her slip from his grasp. Here the pool was deep enough to reach his shoulders. She would surely drown if he released her.

“Fear not. I won’t drop you,” he whispered.

His warm breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine and she tightened her grip. Once they had sufficiently rinsed, he cradled her to his chest again and walked to a set of stairs on one end of the pool. Then he walked out of the water and set her on her feet. He wrapped a towel around her shoulders and another around his waist before grabbing his weapons in one hand and pulling her from the room with the other.

Chapter Three

“What about my clothes?” she asked while they walked the short distance to his room.

“You’ll never wear such rags again.”

Orestes hoped he didn’t sound too possessive, but from this moment forward she would be covered in silks. Or perhaps satin? Maybe even lace and velvet when he could get it. Unfortunately, most of the finer fabrics weren’t made in Halstrid, but he knew where and how to get them. Being a Master definitely had its perks.

She said nothing else when they entered his room. He closed and locked the door before leading her to a table near his wardrobe. It held a small towel, an empty bowl and a clear flask filled with blue liquid. He set down his weapons and grabbed the flask. He pulled the stopper and turned to face her.

“You will take some of this in your mouth and swish it over your teeth. Then spit all of it out into the bowl.”

He demonstrated before grabbing the towel to wipe his lips. When he held out the flask, she simply frowned at it.

“Why? What is that?”

“A potion to cleanse your mouth. It will keep your teeth healthy and in your head.”

Her frown cleared and she took the flask, though she still looked skeptical. She sniffed it then did as he asked and spit the potion out daintily. He wiped her mouth with the towel.

“It tingles a bit on my tongue.”

“Yes, but it feels better too, doesn’t it? Fresher.”

“Yes, like a tea I once had.”

“Mint.”

“It was an herb.”

“Indeed.”

He was nearly at the end of his patience, knowing she was bare beneath the towel. He motioned to his bed with one hand. Luckily, he’d left the fire burning earlier so they could see but there was a chill in the room now. He saw her shudder as she walked to his bed. He grasped her hips and lifted her onto it before turning to the fireplace.

“Crawl beneath the blankets while I add logs to the fire. The room warms quickly.”

He attended his duties with half a mind, the rest of his attention zeroed in on the sound of her movements. He imagined the cool sheets sliding across her pale skin, her thick hair scenting his pillow. It was enough to have him burning his finger.

“Shite.”

He shook out his hand while the flame grew before him.

“Are you all right?”

Her soft voice sounded from his bed and he closed his eyes to calm his ardor. “Yes. A bit too close to the flame with one finger.”

“Oh.”

Before he realized what she intended, she was by his side. He stared in awe as she crouched beside his kneeling form and gently grasped his hand. It looked so huge between her much smaller palms. He almost couldn’t imagine touching her. Had he really pleasured her with these rough, massive fingers? It was a miracle he hadn’t hurt her.

She turned his hand over and inspected each finger until finding the one with a slight red mark at the tip. Then she brought it to her mouth and placed a light kiss on the sore. He nearly came on the spot. The erection that had lessened in the past few minutes sprang to immediate and pulsing life. He growled and pulled her into his arms.

“You would kiss away my pain?” he asked.

She gasped but didn’t fight his hold. “Yes.”

Her pink lips caught his eye and he could no longer ignore the siren’s call.

Astrid had never been kissed. Not really. Certainly not like this. When she had been much younger, her first kiss had come from a boy in her village. Their mothers had been friends for a while. But that was the last time anyone had touched her lips in a kiss. This was so much more. It was a claiming and she wasn’t fool enough to deny it. The wonder of a Master wanting to claim one such as her was quickly forgotten while she lost herself in his kiss.

He was gentle at first, though his hunger was unmistakable. His arms were strong as ever, like brick encasing her shoulders. Rather than intimidating, they made her feel safe. She relaxed into his hold. His lips moved against hers slowly, coaxing her into a deeper kiss. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than his warm tongue slid against the seam of her lips. She gasped and he took it as an invitation to invade her mouth.

His taste filled her senses and it was such a peculiar sensation she had to stifle a laugh. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice when she easily turned it into a moan. Who knew men could do such things? She gripped his arms before slipping her hands up to his massive shoulders. He continued to slide his tongue along hers and she tried to mimic his actions. Was she doing it right? Did he like it? She loved every second and prayed he wouldn’t push her away. Then he pulled her tongue between his lips and sucked on it like a treat. A lightning bolt of sensation shot straight to the apex of her legs and she jumped. Their teeth crashed lightly and they both quickly pulled back.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m so sorry,” she said as she tried to regain her breath.

He grinned and cradled the side of her face with one large hand. “Nothing to be sorry for. Unless you mean for stealing my wits.”

If not for his grin she might have been frightened. But he was obviously joking and the dimple that appeared to one side of his mouth stole her senses.

“Oh…”

He chuckled and placed a light kiss on her mouth before pushing to his feet. He carried her as if she weighed no more than a feather. Compared to his strength, she probably didn’t. But where his form had initially intimidated her into fear, she now felt safe and perhaps even cherished. He was so careful when he set her on his bed. She moved to the middle to allow him room and her towel slipped from where she had wrapped it around her breasts. She was about to pull it back up when he stopped her with a hand on hers.

“No.”

He pulled her towel away and dropped it onto the floor before allowing his to follow. This was her first real look at his full naked glory. He was absolutely magnificent.

“Oh, Goddess…”

He slid between the covers and moved over until his skin touched hers. She remained in place, awaiting his command. Anything this man asked of her would surely be a pleasure. Was it really such a short time ago she’d thought he might harm her? His care since the first moment he touched her had proven otherwise. She only prayed there wasn’t a hidden side to his personality. Oh, she knew as a protector he would be fierce and violent to enemies of the realm. But so far, his human side proved gentle and exciting. She couldn’t stop herself from touching his smooth, hairless chest.

“Do none of you have hair on your bodies?” she asked.

Heat immediately filled her face. She hadn’t meant to ask the question that burned through her mind. Luckily he didn’t seem to care.

“Only on our heads. When we’re in fighting form, even that hardens to stone. Does it bother you?”

She immediately shook her head. “No. I haven’t seen many men naked, but the humans seem so dirty with all their hair.”

He laughed. “Well then, I’m glad for my lack.”

“Um…I’ve heard the women of Keva are also hairless.”

His humor melted away and he nodded. “Yes, that is true.”

“Uh. Is that your preference?”

His brow wrinkled slightly and he moved so he was leaning over her on one elbow. He set that hand against the top of her head and used the other to push her hair from her face. The damp strands tried to stick but he patiently smoothed them away.

“I’ve never really thought about it one way or another. But at the moment, I can say my preference is definitely for the human in my bed.”

Then he was kissing her again. She relaxed into the softness beneath her and reveled in his hardness above her. The contrast of sensations was almost too much, and put together with the magic of his mouth and the devilry of his roaming hand, she almost forgot to breathe. He left her lips and she sucked in much-needed air, which left her again quickly when his teeth found her nipples. He bit down lightly but even that slight sting was a riot of sensation. She had never felt the like before.

“Wha-what…are…you…doing?” she asked.

Astrid’s breathless pants filled his ears along with the wonder of her query. She wasn’t fully innocent by her own admission, but it was so close as to not really matter. The two human men who had touched her before obviously had only their own gratification in mind. The thought both angered and elated Orestes. He wanted her to know pleasure only from him. Anytime in the future when she remembered these sensations, he wanted only his name on her tongue.

“O-Orestes?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Tasting your sweet nipples. Next I’ll take the full, plump breast into my mouth and then I’ll lick every part of you until I reach those tantalizing curls.”

His keen hearing picked up the racing of her heart and he smiled against her flesh. A tremor ran through her body but she didn’t try to stop him when he once again lightly suckled her nipple.

“Oh…”

Her soft moans hardened his cock almost to the point of pain, but there was no way he would indulge until fulfilling his quest. He would taste every part of her he could and then worry about his own arousal.

He pulled the sweet bud between his lips and suckled it until most of her breast was in his mouth. She grabbed his shoulders and dug her short fingernails into his skin. That only served to ratchet up his excitement and he vaguely wondered if telling her so would scare her. There were many things he wished to do with her that might be frightening to the naïve human. For now, he concentrated on sucking her breast like a starving babe. Then he moved to the other before switching back. By the time he’d had his fill of both, she was writhing beneath him with soft mewls escaping her throat.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes. Oh yes…”

He grinned while pleasure filled him. Her eyes were glazed with passion, her breaths fast and unsteady, and a fine sheen of moisture coated her skin. She was slick from the warmth of the fire and their exertions. The scent of sex hung lightly in the air and made him hungrier for the feel of her around his cock.

He went back to kissing her, starting with the spot between her perfect breasts. She had a small scar there and more all over her torso. He decided to lick every single one. Some were small scratches—others appeared to have been made by a whip. He pushed aside his anger but vowed to question her more on Simon’s part in these scars. That also brought to mind her earlier injury and he froze.

“Astrid, does your back pain you?”

“Hmm? Oh. Uh…no. I’m in no pain right now.”

That eased his mind and gave him leave to continue.

He took his time, licking, sucking, tasting, moaning against her flesh. Her answering sounds pleased him immensely. The Keva were usually passionate, well-built women, but they knew their worth. They could be demanding in bed to the point of insult and his last lover hadn’t been very satisfying. Astrid blew that memory away in a heartbeat. Her soft cries and biting fingernails mixed with her taste and scent were driving him mad. He couldn’t remember ever being so ready to bury himself in a woman’s body before.

But not yet. He had finally made his way down to her mons. The bushy curls tickled his chin and he brushed his fingers through them gently to find her slit. She jumped but he steadied her with a hand on her lower belly.

“Easy, my sweet. I’m just looking for your hidden treasure. Open your legs as wide as you’re able.”

Though her nervousness and confusion were palpable, she did as he said without question. She was learning to trust him. A good sign for things to come. And he definitely wanted more time with her. That was also new for him. Usually his Kevan lovers lasted only the night—or day if he arrived early enough—but never beyond that. Sometimes he had the same lover again from a time before. But even so, those women never expected any more from him. Would Astrid?

Instinctively, he knew she would expect only what he promised. She was used to having so little. He instantly vowed to treat her like a queen for as long as she held his interest, but knew that might not be very long.

He pushed those thoughts aside even while parting her curls with his fingers. There was her true prize—the soft, glistening flesh of her sex. She opened her legs wider for him and he was again struck by her easy trust. He rewarded it with the most intimate kiss he could give and she screamed his name.

“Orestes!”

Her fingers clamped in his hair but he ignored the slight sting to kiss her again. Then he ran his tongue through her moisture before stabbing it into her body. She writhed and he had to grab her thighs to keep her still for his feasting. He rubbed his lips against her and hummed in masculine approval.

“Oh Goddess…oh, Orestes…”

She moved her hips off the bed in a weak attempt to fuck his face. He growled and stabbed his tongue in again before finding her sensitive bud with his thumb. One touch was all it took and she was screaming, crying out incoherently while her muscles tightened in climax. Her fingers gripped his hair more viciously before letting go completely. Then a spasm racked her small frame before she fully relaxed. After one final swipe of his tongue he sat up to look her over.

She was panting, her small hands curled into fists as slight tremors shook her. Her damp skin glistened in the firelight, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his bed. Despite his thoughts of mere seconds ago, he knew she wouldn’t be leaving it anytime soon.

He ran his hands over her lightly, soothing her tremors until her breathing had slowed to a more normal pace. He didn’t want to hurt or frighten her and wasn’t entirely certain of just how much a human could handle. So far she had surprised him, but he didn’t want to push her too far.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked.

Her throat moved and her swallow sounded loudly. He was already heading for a flask of wine when she finally nodded. He grabbed the flask and a cup from his desk and returned to the bed. It was strong wine, but for all he knew she was a drinker. That thought made him frown and he poured less than half the cup full before handing it to her. She sat up only enough to sip and immediately started coughing. He grabbed the cup and she cleared her throat.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes. Sorry. I don’t usually drink wine.”

That made him chuckle and he returned the flask to his desk. He found a second one with water and took it to her.

“Here, try this.”

He held it to her lips and she drank tentatively at first. Once she realized what it was, she took a few more gulps before gently pushing it away.

“Much better. Thank you.”

He set it on a table beside his bed. “You’re welcome.”

She relaxed against the pillows again and smiled at him. Then her gaze lowered until she was looking at the still-hard evidence of his arousal. A blush filled her cheeks and she met his gaze again quickly.

“Oh. Uh…you’re not done?”

He threw his head back and laughed, partly at her innocence and partly in pure pleasure of her. She was such a refreshing change.

“No, my little star, not even close.”

He moved back onto the bed and pushed her legs apart so he could kneel between them. She allowed him to move her easily, an expression of curiosity on her face. He slid his palms over her legs, then up her sides to her breasts. She shuddered and then seemed to calm under his touch. He smiled down at her while he leaned with his weight on his elbows and knees over her. She put her small hands flat on his chest but didn’t push him away.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes. But, um…”

“Yes?”

She looked down between their bodies where only a breath of air separated their skin. The hungriest part of him already rubbed against her.

“I, uh…the men I was with before were a lot smaller than you. I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

He wanted to laugh but her concerned look killed his amusement. She still blushed and chewed on her lower lip. Did she fear his anger? He vowed to calm her fears and renew her passion, starting with a kiss.

She moaned into his mouth as he slipped his tongue between her lips. Already she had learned from him and met every action with her own. Within seconds his cooling ardor had reheated until he was hungry for her as ever. She began to move against him and he knew she would soon be ready too. He smoothed a hand to her breast, lightly squeezing the plump flesh before rubbing his thumb over her nipple. It hardened beneath his touch and she wrapped one leg over his thigh.

When she began to thrust her hips, he knew she was ready. He pushed his thigh against the apex of her legs and allowed her to move against it for a few torturous seconds. Then he grabbed her leg and swung it back around his hip, opening her to him again. He lowered his hand to her sex and slipped a finger inside. She jumped against him, pulling back from his kiss. They both took in much-needed air and he searched her face for discomfort. When he saw only passion he slipped in a second finger.

“Oh…”

She thrust her hips against his hand.

“Yes, Astrid. Fuck my fingers, lovely. Suck them into your beautiful body.”

She moaned and writhed, and he added a third finger. Her breaths sped up and moisture leaked from the tip of his cock onto her belly. She didn’t seem to notice but he watched it trail across her skin. He pumped his fingers in and out of her slick opening until he was certain she could take him. Then he slowly pulled them out.

“Orestes?”

Her breathless query brought his head up and he found her frowning at him. “Fear not,” he said. “You’re ready for me now.”

He gripped the base of his cock and rubbed his tip against her sex. Her breath hitched but she made no move to stop him. After a few seconds of that sweet torture, he finally fit the head against her opening. She was warm, wet and ready. He felt her pulse where their bodies met and knew this would be the most amazing sex of his life.

“It might burn a little, my sweet, but I promise to go slowly.”

“Okay…I’m ready.”

She bent her knees, opening up as much as her body allowed, and he pushed his cock into her heat. They both moaned and he gripped the sheets beneath her. She gasped and he froze. Remaining still was one of the hardest things he’d ever done in his long life.

“Astrid?”

“Just a moment…please…”

He rested his forehead against hers while she caught her breath. It seemed to take a lifetime for her body to relax beneath his and her feminine walls to ease enough for his entry. He was only halfway buried within her but soon she rested her hands on his ass and pressed.

“Okay…more.”

And he gave her all he had. He thrust his hips slowly, easing the rest of his cock into her slender body. Her fingers tightened on his ass but she only urged him on. He pulled back and thrust in again, keeping the motions smooth and easy. There would be time for a rough, fast taking later. First she had to become accustomed to him, accustomed to sex. He would be a patient teacher.

Normally he was known for his staying power, fucking the Kevan women long into the night or day. But this little human tested every part of him and too soon his balls tightened up. A tingle ran down his spine and he knew he was about to spend. He reached a hand between them and found her clit with his thumb even as his lips latched onto a nipple. Within seconds, she cried out in release. Her muscles squeezed his painfully hard cock and he finally let go. He threw his head back and growled while he came hard within her.

Chapter Four

He watched her sleep and his mind and soul were at ease. Never had such peace stolen through him than at that moment. Would it always be this way? He wondered if she had family in the nearby village. Now that he knew of Simon’s abuse, he knew it was very possible she had been taken against her will. That thought sobered him, shattering his peace for the moment. As soon as she woke, he would question her.

A knock on the door brought his head up and he all but leapt from the bed. He glanced back at Astrid to see she hadn’t stirred, then hurried to the door. He yanked it open to find Wynnston in the hallway.

“What it is?” he growled quietly.

His brother’s brows shot up and he crossed his arms over his large chest. “Am I interrupting something?”

Orestes ran a hand over his face and blew out a breath. “No. She’s sleeping.”

Wynn’s gaze ran down the length of Orestes’s body and he smirked. “Is she now?”

“Yes she is. And I’d prefer not to wake her with our voices.”

“Then step outside so we can talk.”

Orestes glanced over his shoulder at the slight form on his bed. It was amazingly difficult to leave the room but he did, leaving the door cracked open in case she called out to him.

“All right,” he said, crossing his arms in imitation of his brother. “What must you say?”

Wynn shook his head and chuckled. “Good thing we don’t have women roaming these halls.”

“Afraid they would find me irresistible in my nakedness?”

“You wish.”

“I wish you would get to the point of interrupting my rest.”

Wynn threw up his hands and sighed dramatically before finally giving a short nod. “Fine. We questioned the staff and learned Simon has been beating them through his entire tenure. Unfortunately he learned the practice from his predecessor.”

“And did that bastard blame it on us as well?”

“Most likely. He died, remember? No way to know for certain now. Anyway, we gathered every human in the castle and let them know the abuse would not continue. Simon has been fired and sent away. I also discovered he hadn’t been paying them. You wouldn’t believe the way some of them looked.”

The haunted look in his eyes spoke volumes and Orestes was reminded of his initial assessment of Astrid. She was way too thin.

“A feast,” he said. “We’ll hold a feast for all who work for us and allow them to indulge for one full day. Then when they go back to work, we will be sure to pay better attention to their care.”

Wynn nodded. “Not a bad idea. I’ll speak to the others about it.”

Orestes turned and placed his hands on his doorknob but Wynn gripped his shoulder before he could enter his room. He looked back at his brother with a raised brow.

“I just want you to know I take full responsibility. As it has always been my duty, I have no excuse for not realizing the state of the staff.”

Orestes immediately turned his body and his full attention back to his brother. Wynn dropped his hand and the shame in his eyes was unmistakable.

“You did place your trust in the wrong human, brother, but I don’t blame you for it. All of us are equally responsible. How many times a day do we pass any member of the staff and ignore them? We must all do better.”

Wynn nodded and his shoulders seemed to ease. “True, but I will be especially wary from this day forward.”

“Good enough.”

Wynn grinned then and nodded toward the open door. “Go on back to your human now, brother. I’m glad to see you’ve finally learned the worth of their women.”

Orestes chuckled and slapped his brother’s shoulder before returning to his room. He shut the door quietly behind him and locked it. His brothers weren’t known for their censure or their respect of privacy. As soon as Wynn told the others about Astrid, they most likely would come looking to see for themselves. A locked door would deter them…possibly.

He was about to rejoin her on the bed when his stomach growled loudly. With a frown, he glanced at her and was happy to see her still asleep. He didn’t want to get dressed and leave her but he’d never finished dinner. He sighed as he pulled on clothes and headed out the door.

Astrid was dreaming, and it began as the most glorious dream. All manner of food lined a massive stone table. The Masters stood all around it but there were also humans among them.

“Eat, eat,” they said, and the humans dug in with greedy hands. Astrid reached for a leg of chicken and Orestes grabbed her wrist.

“No, my little star, this isn’t for you. Don’t you know your place yet?”

He seemed amused but she was humiliated. After the intimacy they had shared, he still thought so little of her? Her stomach growled loudly and he laughed long and hard. His brothers joined in and soon the humans did as well. The whole room was laughing at her while she stood hungry and miserable. She ached to run away, but like in many dreams, her feet were rooted to the ground. She wrapped her arms around her aching belly and lowered her head in the hopes no one would see her tears.

“No, don’t cry, my sweet. There’s no cause for you to cry.”

Orestes’s deep voice sounded in her ear both the same and different from before. She felt the heat of his palm against her cheek. Her tears continued to fall and she realized her eyes were tightly shut. Slowly she woke from the dream to the sight of Orestes’s worried face above her.

“Why do you cry in your sleep, my little star?”

She sniffled and the fresh scent of food invaded her lungs. Was the dream still lingering? Her stomach growled loudly and she slapped a hand over her bare belly. Orestes frowned.

“Are you so hungry it brings you to tears? Come. I have food for you.”

He slipped his large arm beneath her shoulders and lifted her into a sitting position. Then he moved away from her to a small table beside the bed. It was laden with dishes, steam rising from more than a few. Her stomach growled again.

“I was about to eat when I noticed your uneasy sleep. Now we can dine together.”

She remained mute while he covered a plate in more food than she had eaten in months. When he walked to the bed with it, she thought he meant to eat in front of her. The urge to run from the room was strong but she knew he would catch her. Better to simply struggle through the torture as she had so many others.

“If there is anything here you don’t like, just leave it.”

He placed the plate on the bed before her and went back to the table. When he began to fill a second plate she realized the first was for her.

All of it? All for her alone?

“Uh…sir, I can’t possibly eat so much.”

He stopped stacking his plate to glance at her, giving her a grin that weakened her further. Goddess, the man was handsome.

“Just eat your fill then. And no calling me sir. Orestes. Remember?”

She looked again at the large plate sitting before her and wondered if she was still dreaming. But the smells were so good and she could feel the steam coming from the meat. With shaking fingers, she finally picked up one small morsel and put it to her lips. She closed her eyes and slipped the meat into her mouth, moaning as soon as the taste burst on her tongue. It was exquisite—the most marvelous thing she had ever eaten. She ate slowly to savor the experience, then quickly snatched up the next piece.

Orestes was hungry enough that he had begun to impatiently pile food onto his plate without paying much attention to what he grabbed. Then Astrid moaned and his hunger was forgotten. At least, his hunger for food. His head shot up and he watched her eyes slip closed and pure bliss play across her face. She finished a small bit of beef and snatched another as if afraid it would try to run away. He nearly laughed until he noticed the hunger and wonder in her gaze. She really had been starving.

His own hunger was immediately forgotten and he placed his plate on the table. He approached the bed cautiously, lest he frighten her.

“Astrid, my dear, don’t eat too quickly. Your body will reject the food if you put in too much or go too fast.” She froze with a bit of chicken halfway to her mouth. “I’m not saying you must stop, but please slow down.”

A blush colored her face and she lowered her head. He felt like the biggest ass in the kingdom.

“No, don’t be ashamed.” He pulled himself onto the bed to sit beside her and wrapped one arm around her slender shoulders. She still held the chicken.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I must look like an animal.”

“No, not at all.” He took the chicken from her hand and held it to her lips. “Eat, my beauty.”

She hesitated a moment, but in the end the temptation proved to be too much. She bit into the piece and closed her eyes, relishing the taste with the same fervor as before. His cock stirred at the look of pleasure on her face. And when she finished the piece in her mouth, she took the rest from his fingers. The light touch of her tongue on his skin hardened him fully.

“Just eat slowly. That’s all I ask and only for your health. I know you haven’t been properly fed in too long and your body won’t be able to handle so much food at once.”

She nodded and seemed to be at ease, so he left the bed again to get his own plate. He sat beside her and ate. He also took his time to keep her from feeling self-conscious, but too soon she was setting her dish aside. A glance told him she’d barely put a dent in it.

“I’m already feeling quite full but I don’t want to stop. It’s all so wonderful.”

“It isn’t going anywhere. Take your ease and then continue once your body is ready.”

She nodded and settled back against the pillows. He then emptied his plate quickly and took hers back to the table. There were still fruits and vegetables, cakes and a pudding. All of it could sit until morning. Perhaps he would feed her from his hand again. Of course, that was a lesson in patience. Her sensual moans and the look on her face damn near had him shoving the plate out of the way so he could have her again.

He laughed at himself for the thought, though he knew it was true. By the time he returned to the bed she was fast asleep. He watched her for a moment before pulling off his clothes and climbing in beside her. She looked like an angel—a small, fragile, dark-haired angel. No Kevan woman ever looked so sweet and innocent. Was that Astrid’s draw? Perhaps, but he couldn’t hold it against her. It certainly wasn’t her fault she was human, and so far it hadn’t proven to be a problem. Despite his size, her body had accepted him willingly. He couldn’t wait to have her again but knew she’d need time to rest. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

In the end, he wasn’t able to wait until sunrise. He woke her with kisses, and had her beneath him twice more during the night before finally falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Astrid again woke to the scent of food, but it was the same as before. She immediately remembered where she was and all that had happened. Warmth along one side of her body told her Orestes was still beside her in bed. She blinked her eyes open slowly and looked to the lone window. Bright light speared through the small space between the window covering and the wall.

“Good morning. Are you hungry?”

She turned her attention to the large man at her side and her breath caught. He was so handsome. She still couldn’t believe this wasn’t all a dream.

“No, not yet.”

He nodded and slowly pulled the blankets down until her breasts were revealed to his hungry gaze. He licked his lips and her nipples automatically hardened for his touch. The sight made him grin.

“I am, but not for anything on yon table. I think I see the perfect berries for breakfast right here.”

His playfulness surprised a laugh out of her—a cracked, rusty sound that had gone too long unused. Orestes paused with his head bent halfway to her breasts and stared at her.

“Orestes?”

“That was wonderful. Do that again.”

“What?”

“Laugh, darling. It does my heart good to hear it.”

That made her smile but she couldn’t find a reason to laugh again. He watched her face a moment before finally shrugging and turning his attention back to her breasts.

The first swipe of his warm tongue had her gasping and digging her fingers into his thick hair. He hummed against her skin and slid his hands up her sides. He held her body to him as if afraid she would try to get away, and she almost did laugh again because nothing was farther from her mind. Why would she try to run away from paradise? That was exactly what she’d found here in—of all places—a Master’s bedroom. The unreality of it all nearly blinded her to the pleasure. But then he pulled her nipple between his lips and grabbed her attention.

“Oh…”

He moved his body over hers and she let her legs fall open to accommodate him. That easily, she was his. Had she really feared this man just yesterday? Not even a full day had passed and she was trusting him with her body again.

A hard knock on his door, followed by the knob being jiggled, broke into her thoughts. She pulled her hands from him when he slowly sat up.

“What?” he hollered.

A muffled voice sounded from the other side of the door but she couldn’t understand a single word. Orestes didn’t seem to have that problem. He growled low in his throat and moved off the bed. He grabbed the blankets and pulled them to her neck before placing a swift kiss on her mouth.

“Sorry, my sweet, but I must see to this. Remain covered.”

He waited for her to nod before he grabbed his clothes off the floor and pulled them on quickly. Then he unlocked the door and opened it wide. Three of his brothers stood in the hallway.

“Come in,” he said, but it was anything but welcoming.

Kephas, Goran and Dunstan strode into the room and looked around. Their gazes found Astrid almost immediately and she fought the urge to jump from the bed. Orestes stood between her and his brothers with his hands on his hips, but he was also in the way of the door.

“What is it?” he asked. “What has happened?”

Kephas shrugged his massive shoulders and matched Orestes’s stance. “An attack on the village of Angor, right at the border. Right now, it appears to be a mix of creatures, including human men.”

“They’re still fighting?” Orestes asked.

“No,” Dunstan replied. “But they were spotted as they rode away. Two of the Kevan were in a neighboring village and heard the warning bell ring. They saw the destruction and followed a trail to the border.”

“Who was supposed to be guarding that area?”

The brothers looked at each other uncertainly, as if none wanted to voice the name. Astrid remained mute. She couldn’t imagine any of the Masters disregarding his duty to the kingdom.

Finally Goran spoke up. “It was Nel’s responsibility to patrol that area of the border these past few days. He had checked in on schedule but now there is no sign of him.”

“Nel…”

Astrid watched Orestes’s frown fade into an expression of concern. She tried to remember Nel. It was rare for her to look up into the faces of any of the Masters so she didn’t always note the differences between them. That had never been the case with Orestes. He had fascinated her from the first time she had seen him. But thinking back on Nel now, she realized he resembled Orestes more than the others. Though they considered themselves brothers, as did everyone in the kingdom, the men weren’t joined by blood. They had no mother, no father, no kin in the way of humans.

The Gargoyle Masters were the creations of the King’s wizards and no one but the King, the wizards, and the Masters themselves knew exactly how they had come into being. It had been many years before Astrid’s birth but she’d heard whispers. After a series of horribly violent battles in the borderlands, the King called his wizards together. They remained locked up in the castle battle-room for many days and nights, and when they emerged, the Gargoyles emerged with them, fully grown.

Now she looked from one face to another and knew somehow Nel and Orestes were more connected than the others. Kephas placed a hand on Orestes’s shoulder.

“I’ve already sent Petros and Haldor in your stead, brother. Take your ease with your woman and we’ll keep you updated.”

His woman? His woman?

She immediately noted how no one, not even Orestes, blinked an eye at Kephas’s words. Was she the only one taken aback by them? The Masters never seemed to have women. At least, not one at a time for any length of time. To be called a Master’s woman was unheard of and…intriguing.

Chapter Five

“You’ve grown quiet.” Orestes chuckled at his own words and the confusion on Astrid’s face. “Well, more quiet than usual, that is.”

She chewed on her bottom lip and set her cup of water aside. He had made a place for them to picnic before the fireplace, covering it with many hides lest her fragile skin grow cold. So far she seemed to be enjoying the food and his nearness. He had finally allowed her to put on one of his shirts after making love to her again, laughing at how it draped her like a sheet. A quiet word in their native tongue to one of his brothers secured her clothes for the coming days, but they had to be handcrafted. For now, he would simply enjoy her in his garments.

“Um,” she said quietly.

“Yes?”

“I have a question but I don’t want to anger you.”

She looked so honestly worried that he found himself moving toward her without a second thought. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned into his chest.

“Astrid, I swear to you, there is no question in creation that would make me angry enough to harm you in any way. I can’t promise I won’t be upset, or even that I will answer all of your questions. But I can’t think of anything you could ask to really anger me.”

She looked up into his eyes and gave a slow nod before taking a deep breath. For a moment, the movement of her breasts distracted him. Though his shirt billowed away from her, it was a white shirt with loose buttons. Even the barest hint of her cleavage enticed him.

“Well, it’s about your brother…Nel.”

He stiffened and she began to pull away, but then he tightened his hold and softened his expression.

“What about him?” he asked.

She searched his face a moment before continuing. “You seem very close to him. Perhaps more so than the others?”

Ah, so she had noticed. He would have chuckled over her cleverness if they weren’t discussing such a sore subject.

“Yes. I love and cherish all eleven of my brothers. But Nel and I were created together. In human terms, we would be twins if we had been born of a woman. As it is, we do many things together…usually.”

“But not lately? I don’t remember seeing him much in my time here.”

“How long have you worked in the castle?”

Her brow furrowed and he ran a finger between her beautiful brown eyes to soothe the wrinkled skin. When she glanced at him his breath caught. Would he always feel so arrested from a mere glance?

“Not for very long,” she replied, and it took a moment for him to realize she wasn’t answering his internal question but the one he’d asked her aloud. “Simon took me from the village just after Samhain. I had been working at the pub during the festivities but once they were over I had no other work.”

“Samhain was nearly a month ago. You say Simon took you. Did he do so against your will?”

She shook her head but frowned uncertainly. “No…not really.”

He lifted a brow in question. “That’s not the sort of thing one would normally be unsure of.”

She smiled weakly. “I know. What I mean is, he didn’t kidnap me but he did lie about where I would be working. I didn’t realize he meant to bring me into the castle until we were already here. It was dark and storming. I simply followed his lead and didn’t even know where he had led me until I met Master Wynnston the first time.”

“Where did Simon say you would be working?”

“One of the wizard’s homes. He said he worked for a protector of the realm, but I swear to you, he named one of The Twenty. I can’t remember now which one. I had no other work and hadn’t eaten in a couple of days. I really couldn’t refuse his offer.”

“And what were the terms he offered?”

She sighed in remembrance and it hurt his heart to hear such a sad sound from her lips.

“Too good to be true for certain. I really should have known better. He swore I would be fed every day at least once, perhaps twice on Sundays. He said I would be given two dresses to start and whatever was needed to keep them mended. He also said I would have fresh straw for my bed every month.”

Anger boiled in Orestes’s veins. So little. Food once a Gods-be-damned day? Straw for her bed and only two simple dresses she would mend herself? And Simon hadn’t even kept such meager promises to her. She had been lured by nothing and received even less.

He took a deep breath and released it slowly, hoping she wouldn’t mistake the anger he couldn’t keep hidden as directed at her. Though he really didn’t want to know, he had to question her further.

“Astrid…did you receive any of that at all? How often have you been fed and where have you slept?”

“He did give me one dress, but I’m sure you saw it didn’t last well through the work and everything. I slept beneath a counter in the kitchen and I only ate when there was enough left after the last meal.”

He closed his eyes and breathed through the urge to roar in outrage. “After the last meal. You mean after my brothers and I had already eaten? You were given scraps from our table?”

When she didn’t immediately reply he opened his eyes to find her frightened gaze locked on him. She was trembling but he had been so angry he hadn’t even felt it. He pulled her onto his lap and was happy she went willingly. With one hand, he gently cupped her face and held her gaze with his own.

“Never think I’m angry with you. That’s the farthest from the truth. I’m angry because of how you’ve been treated. I swear my brothers and I would never have allowed it if we had been aware, and all I can do is beg your forgiveness for our negligence.”

She melted into his arms. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Now you will have feathers rather than straw for your mattress and all the food you can eat at any time you feel hungry. And though I prefer you naked, you will soon have silks and satin to cover your skin.”

She stiffened and a look he could only decipher as fear crossed her face. “So much?”

Her fear confused him but he nodded. “And more if you desire it. Why does that frighten you?”

“Is this a cruel joke? Do you plan to give me so much only to take it away as easily?”

He didn’t mean to scowl at her but knew he had when she cringed.

“Of course not. Have you not learned enough of me these past few hours?” he asked. Tears immediately sprang into her eyes and he felt like an ass. “No, my sweet, don’t cry. I’m sorry. There’s no need to cry.”

Was there anything that rendered a man as helpless as a woman’s tears? He’d faced fully armed monsters three times his size and never batted an eyelash. But the sight of Astrid’s tears terrified him.

“Astrid, please…please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry. I just…why am I even here? With you?”

He didn’t pretend to misunderstand her question. Had in fact expected it at some point. The problem was he didn’t know the answer.

“I’ve already told you I think you’re beautiful. I’ve watched you serve our meals these past few nights and you intrigued me. I’m only sorry I waited so long to speak to you. I have no excuse for not realizing how you were being treated.”

She shook her head and waved that away with one hand as if it was of no account. But to him it was everything and something for which he would always carry guilt.

“How can you find me even passably pretty with all my scars? And before that glorious bath? I was such a mess.”

Her mention of the bath brought the sight of her glistening wet skin to mind and his cock responded beneath her hip. Her eyes widened and he knew she felt him hardening.

“Does that tell you anything? I promise a man’s body cannot lie in such a way.” When she chewed on her bottom lip, he growled. “I’d be happy to chew on that lip for you.”

Her mouth popped open in surprise and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“You look so remarkably scandalized. Even after all we’ve done to each other.”

A pretty blush filled her cheeks but she smiled and it eased his heart.

“I suppose that’s true. I never knew such things were possible…or that they would feel so wonderful.”

She tentatively placed her small palm against his bare chest, all the while eying him warily. He remained still to see just what she intended to do. After a minute of him not reacting, she finally rubbed a spot over his heart, then moved her hand farther out. She smoothed her palm all over his chest, pressing lightly against his nipples. His breathing sped up and his cock hardened fully. She squirmed a bit on his lap but never tried to leave it. Not that he would have let her.

He was still naked from the night before and her warm thighs against his lap were heaven. Soon she brought her other hand into play and ran them both up to his shoulders.

“You have such a large, strong body. I could touch you forever.”

“You don’t find it intimidating?”

She shook her head but smiled a little. “Not anymore.”

“Good. I would never hurt you.”

Her hands froze on his chest and she looked him in the eyes. “I know, Orestes. If I know nothing else, I do know you’re a trustworthy and honorable man.”

“Does it bother you that I’m not human?”

She started to shake her head but then stopped and shrugged. “Not really, no.”

“But?”

“Well…there are so many things I don’t know or understand about you. But I know it isn’t my place to ask—”

“Stop.” He placed a finger over her lips. “When it’s just the two of us, and especially here in my room, we are equals in all things. Understand?”

She shook her head and he frowned at her, dropping his hand from her mouth.

“Orestes, I could never be your equal in anything.”

“That’s not true—”

“Yes. It is.” She looked around his room a moment. “Take your books, for example. You are a very intelligent man. I’m a peasant with barely any understanding of the written word. I know I’m blessed to be here with you now when you could have easily chosen any other woman. I’ll never forget that.”

He blew out a breath in frustration because he knew he wouldn’t be able to easily convince her of how wrong she was. Before he could respond, she used her small hands to cup his face.

“I’m not complaining and I don’t mind. I know you are a great protector and I appreciate every second of your attention. I just want you to know I won’t take it for granted. When the day comes that you no longer desire me in your bed I’ll go without a fight. And I’ll take the memory of your touches with me gladly.”

Then she surprised him by leaning forward to initiate a kiss for the first time. He took the coward’s way out and allowed it. What could he say that wouldn’t be a lie when she had read the situation so clearly? He’d never even had a woman in his bed before. He usually traveled to Keva for his liaisons. Astrid was breaking down barriers she had no clue existed and asking for no promises from him. A greater man than he might have offered them anyway, but he feared giving her false hope when he knew he would be going to battle soon.

His brothers had granted him two days of rest and play only because he had so recently returned from patrolling the Eastern part of the kingdom. He needed the time to reenergize and be at full strength. No one but he and his brothers, the wizards and the King knew of the energy within the Gargoyle castle. It held an inherent power that fed their strength and quickened their healing processes. They were almost indestructible when within the castle walls. If injured, they had only to return to the castle, no matter how grave the injury.

So despite his initial desire to look for Nel immediately, he knew he should wait the two days. He would need every ounce of strength. Not to mention the added benefit of being with Astrid during that time.

She continued to kiss him, proving she was indeed an apt pupil. Her small tongue dipped between his lips tentatively at first, then he moaned, and she speared it in with confidence. He ran one hand up her back, beneath the borrowed shirt and to her nape. He held her to him there and with his other hand cupped her lush bottom. Despite her thin frame, she had the most delectable ass. It was barely a handful, but oh what a handful. He squeezed it in appreciation and she wiggled in his grip.

“Mmmm, Orestes…”

“Yes, my sweet.”

She smiled against his mouth before kissing him again and he liked this more aggressive side of her. She surprised him further by moving away from his mouth and leaving a trail of kisses down his throat. He let his head fall back and she continued to work her way south. Once she reached his chest he expected her to stop. Instead, she pushed against him and he merely raised a brow in question.

“Will you lie back, please?” she asked quietly.

He almost didn’t. Having a woman on top of him could be wonderful but it wasn’t his preferred position. But then he saw the uncertainty in her eyes where there had been nothing but passion a moment ago and he immediately lounged back onto the fur-covered floor. A smile lit her face and dispelled his doubts as if they’d never been.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked.

She straddled him, placing her warm sex directly over his cock and he groaned. He gripped her hips and pushed against her. She gasped and he smiled.

“I don’t know,” she said.

He stilled while she looked him over. When she licked her lips an image of them wrapped around his cock immediately sprang to mind. He breathed out roughly and wondered if she had any experience with that particular act.

“I have a suggestion, but only a suggestion. You can say no,” he said. “But first, remove the shirt.”

She whipped his shirt off and threw it aside. Then she ran her hands over his chest and nodded. “Okay.”

“Have you ever taken a man into your mouth?”

Her jaw dropped and true confusion showed in her pretty eyes. “What?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. That answered that question.

“Do you remember how I pleasured you with my tongue?” She nodded. “You are more than welcome to do the same for me…if you wish.”

Her expression cleared into one of curiosity. “Oh.”

She looked down at where her hands now rested on his lower belly. He quivered unexpectedly at her innocent touch and he nearly laughed at himself. He’d been with so many women over his long life, and yet this little human had him nearly trembling in expectation. She slid down his thighs, her sex rubbing enticingly over his skin. He nearly stopped her and asked her to ride him instead. But then the moment passed and she was positioned between his thighs, looking down at his erection curiously. She licked her lips again and his cock jumped in expectation.

“Oh! Did you do that?”

This time he did laugh. His cock jumped again and he nodded. “I am able to move it to some extent.”

“Ah. Um…can I touch it?”

“Oh yes, my darling. I would be very happy if you did.”

She lifted one hand and let it hover just over the head of his cock for a moment. He folded his arms behind his head to fight the temptation to grab her and roll her beneath him. He ached to pound into her delicate body.

Finally, when he wasn’t certain he could wait another second, she slowly dropped her hand and palmed the head. He groaned and moved his hips without thought. She closed her finger over him gently. Too gently.

“It won’t break. Rub it, tug on it a little even.” Her thin brows shot up but she did as he said. “Yesssss, sweet Astrid.” She smiled and squeezed her hand enough to steal his breath. “Oh do that again.”

She did and he nearly shot off the floor. Moisture leaked from the tip while she ran her small hands over him. They weren’t smooth like other women’s—a sign of her hard work—but he didn’t mind one bit. The small calluses on her fingers worked to incite him further and soon he was pushing off the floor with his heels as he rocked his hips into her grip. He widened his thighs and an ache formed in his balls.

“Your other hand, sweetness…cup my balls.”

She looked confused for a moment and he was about to demonstrate when her gaze dropped between his spread legs. He saw the moment she understood and soon her other hand had a firm grip on him.

“Oh, yesssss. Squeeze them just a little. Yes, like that.”

One hand faltered a bit while she concentrated on what the other was doing, but he didn’t mind. It was probably for the best since he was so close to coming already. He’d completely forgotten his request for her mouth until she leaned over him unexpectedly and licked a drop of moisture from the head.

“Gods…”

He fisted his hands beneath his head to keep from grabbing her.

“Was that okay?” she asked.

He could only nod while beads of sweat formed on his brow. She smiled and stole his breath again. Then she leaned down and got to work licking him like a treat. He wouldn’t last much longer like this. For a moment he considered stopping her, but then he glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed as she worked her tongue over him. Both hands moved in tandem now and she began to hum softly. She appeared to be enjoying herself. Well, who was he to stop her pleasure?

He grinned at the thought and relaxed into her ministrations. All too soon he felt his seed bubbling to the surface. He groaned and placed a hand gently against the back of her head.

“I’m going to come. It’ll shoot out…quickly.”

He could barely get the words out through his panting breaths but she nodded in acknowledgement. She didn’t stop and he wondered if she realized what was about to happen. And then it was too late to worry about it because he was coming with such force his eyes rolled back. He gripped the furs beneath him and tightened his thighs as jets of seed shot from his cock. Most landed on her hand and his belly, but she gasped when some caught her chin.

She pulled back a bit before leaning forward again and licking the source.

“Fuck…”

He could barely breathe from the force of his orgasm but he watched as she sat up. She held her hands before her and looked at his seed expressionlessly. Then before he could comment, she began to lick them clean.

“Gods, Astrid, you’ll have me hard again in no time.”

She stopped to raise an inquiring brow.

“Do you have any idea what it does to a man to see you licking his seed from your fingers?”

A blush filled her face and she shook her head. “Um…no.”

He sat up, grasping her wrists in his hands. “It reminds me of how good your tongue felt against my cock, and makes me want more.”

“Oh…”

Then he kissed her.

Astrid rested patiently on the fur-covered floor while Orestes dipped a cloth into a bowl of warm water. He took such care cleaning her hands it brought tears to her eyes. No man had ever cared for her. She’d never known a father or any other male relative. Once she’d become a woman the men in her village had taken notice. Her first lover had hurt her and frightened her badly. She’d run away from there as fast and as far as her legs could carry her. When she had finally stopped running she had allowed another man to take her in for a night, thinking her only currency lay between her thighs. One night with him proved she couldn’t live such a life and she’d run again. Then she’d lived in the forest.

“What is it?” Orestes asked. “What has you frowning so?”

She shook her head and tried to smile for him but knew it was a weak attempt. “Nothing important. Just thinking of the past.”

He finished cleaning her hands and dropped the cloth into the bowl. He set it aside then sat beside her.

“Was it so bad? I imagine so if you found Simon’s offer tempting.”

She shrugged but couldn’t hold his gaze. “I was born in the village of Keto to the West. My mother was never one to care much of what I did or where I was. I never knew my father.”

“Keto is over seventy-five leagues from here, Astrid. How long did you travel? Were you alone? And on foot?”

She chewed on her lip then caught herself when his gaze tracked the motion. Was he angry? Disbelieving? She didn’t think so but he was guarding his thoughts too well to know for certain.

“Um, yes…to both. I ran from Keto in the dead of night and found myself in Nerthus three days later. I was terrified of being alone but my mother had moved us into the home of a horrible man. I couldn’t stay there. In Nerthus, I tried to find work. A man offered to take me in…I only stayed with him a night before running away again.”

Shame filled her and her face heated. She turned away from his knowing gaze. How had he found her useful in his bed when she had been so worthless in Nerthus?

“You have nothing to be ashamed of. You didn’t steal or harm anyone in what you did to survive. You’re better than most.”

This time the tears fell before she could stop them. She didn’t want to cry in front of him again because it seemed to distress him so, but thoughts of her past still frightened her.

He took her into his arms and rocked her before pulling back to wipe away her tears.

“Sorry. You must think I’m such a baby.”

He smiled. “Not at all. I think you’ve had too hard a life for one so young. How old are you?”

She had to think about it, which was embarrassing. He didn’t seem to mind her hesitation while she considered the answer.

“Um…twenty summers at least. My mother said I was born in summer. Just after Beltane.”

“Only twenty?”

She couldn’t help her spurt of annoyance at the disappointment in his voice. “Well, I haven’t been counting. Could be more but for certain not less.”

He looked at her with surprise before chuckling and placing a swift kiss on her lips. “No need to get upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“All right. Do you have any idea how old I am?”

“Uh…”

“Well, I have no real age, I suppose, since I was formed fully as I am and not as a babe.”

“I’d heard that was so.”

“Yes. The same for my brothers. We’ve protected the realm for nearly seventy summers.”

“Seventy?”

She couldn’t hide her shock but he just grinned. “I look pretty good for my age, eh?”

That made her laugh. “Well…yes.”

He kissed her again. “And you are absolutely delectable, my little star.”

She really liked it when he called her that. It warmed something inside her she’d thought would always be left cold by the harshness of her life. It also reminded her of when she was very small and some of her earliest memories. They were good ones, back when her mother acted like one and not some wanton woman who couldn’t care less for her only child. She would take Astrid out to the fields and they would lie in the grass. Her mother had told her she was named after the stars and they twinkled just for her as if to say hello to one of their own.

“There you go again,” Orestes murmured.

“What?”

“I lost you again for a moment. But that time it wasn’t a sad memory, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t.”

He kissed her again. Her body warmed while he held her tightly to his bare chest. They were both naked and excitement speared through her at the thought of what he might do to her. But then her thighs rubbed together and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips.

Orestes immediately pulled back, concern clear in his gaze. “What is it?” he asked.

“I’m just a little sore still. But it’s not so bad.”

He frowned and looked down her body. “Sore? From last night?”

She nodded slowly. “And this morning,” she said with a laugh. What had begun as a low ache had turned into an inferno after their last bout of sex, but she hadn’t wanted to worry him. She’d done a good job of hiding it before but had forgotten when he kissed her. “It’s not so bad. I’m okay.”

He didn’t seem to believe her and set her back onto the furs before jumping to his feet. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He set her down only long enough to wrap her up in a blanket then he carried her to the door.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“To the bath. I have a soothing ointment that will help your soreness but I want to clean you again first.”

“Again? So soon?”

He chuckled, then carried her out the door and down the hall.

Chapter Six

Nel growled low in his throat and stared straight ahead, dutifully ignoring the redheaded Kevan between his legs. She was talented to be sure, but it was somewhat hard to remain aroused when he was tied down and being held against his will. Perhaps other men enjoyed these games, but he wasn’t one of them. The worst part was knowing he was neglecting his duties and others were suffering because of it.

The woman released a feminine growl of annoyance and sat up to glare at him. She wiped one slender arm across her mouth and huffed out a breath.

“What is it, sister? Will he still not come for you?”

The redhead looked to the doorway where a red-clad Kevan stood watching. She was also nicely built. Tall in the way of all Kevans and big-breasted. Nel was certain he had even bedded her before. But where most of the women of Keva had brown or green eyes, this one stared at him through orbs of deep blue. He might have even thought them beautiful if they’d been within the face of anyone else. This bitch was the one who had ensnared him.

“Iva, he isn’t even half hard yet and I’ve been going at him for nearly an hour. My jaw is getting tired.”

Iva laughed and stepped into the room. She approached the bed slowly, swinging hips that would have enticed him in any other context. He glared at her and barely fought the urge to spit once she was within range.

“Ooh, look at all that anger. You’re being such a bad boy for my dear Kalypso, I might have to spank you.”

Kalypso clapped her hands. “Oh let me, please?”

“We shall see. For now, let’s leave him be a moment. You can refresh yourself and get something to eat. Perhaps later he will allow you to ride him.”

“Let me go, Iva. No good can come of this,” Nel said through gritted teeth.

She tilted her head to study him. “No, I think not. My friends aren’t quite finished in the north. They still need some time and you, my dear one, would only get in their way.”

She reached out a hand to stroke the side of his face and he ducked away with a growl. “I’m not your dear one, you witch.”

Her grin melted into a look of pure hatred so strong he nearly flinched.

“I know you’re not, bastard. I, like many of my sisters, know how you like to hop from one bed to another.”

“And always with the truth on my lips. If I bedded you and moved on you cannot say I gave you false promises. That is not my way.”

She shrugged and stepped away. “Perhaps not. But I wasn’t done with you.”

Then she spun on her heel and strode from the room with her head held high. He glanced around and found himself alone. Kalypso had snuck out too.

Now what? He was trapped in the bed of an angry Kevan and far away from the territory he was assigned to protect. Every instinct within him ached to get away. He had heard the warning bells just as a net of some unknown material dropped over his head. He knew the village was under attack while he fought off his captors, but a pinch to the neck had rendered him helpless.

He winced when he turned his head and felt the sore on the side of his neck. Had it been a poisoned dart? Something had dropped him like a sack of rocks. He’d gone down so fast he hadn’t even been able to send a call out to his kin. And what would they make of this? By now, they would know of the attack on Angor. By now, they would know he wasn’t doing his duty. He roared in anger. For nearly a century he had served as a protector to the realm and now he was unable to fulfill his purpose. Never had he been so helpless. And all because of a spurned Kevan? Iva would certainly like him to think so but he had his doubts.

He looked from one wrist to the other at the material holding him captive. It wasn’t hemp or any other type of roping material with which he was familiar. It wasn’t steel or iron, but felt as cold as either. It was smooth against his skin so at least there would be no chafing. He had been tugging on it since the moment he’d woken in this position. His skin was sore but had yet to break. There was that, at least. Perhaps it was of a wizard’s making. Could one of the Twenty be in league with a mad Kevan? Not likely, but at this point he wouldn’t discount the possibility.

No, disregarding any possibility could lead to his downfall. As far as he was concerned, no one could be trusted. He had attempted to morph into his gargoyle form soon after waking but to no avail. Was it the drug in his system? He was still a bit drowsy but not nearly as badly before. For now, all he could do was wait.

Phaidra stood in the doorway and simply stared for a moment. He was glorious. For too long she had admired Nel from afar, watching him flit from one Kevan to the next without a true care for any. Was that why Iva had captured him? She thought not and knew it was wrong to hold him captive. But Iva and Kalypso were her superiors. She was but a lowly Fifth, not yet high enough for battles and certainly not high enough to question a First and Second.

She held the flask of water to her breasts and took a deep, calming breath. No matter how good he always looked to her, or how badly she’d always wanted his attention, she knew her duty. She was to give him water—no more—and then leave him be. Those orders had come from Iva herself and brooked no argument. She glanced down at her simple dress with a frown. Fifths weren’t allowed the more colorful garments her elders wore, but she hated to finally approach a Master in such a plain robe. There was no help for it now. She needed to hurry and finish this so she could see to her other duties.

With a final deep breath for courage, she entered the room. He hadn’t noticed her standing in the doorway, but as soon as she neared his gaze found her. She froze with ten steps still separating them. His golden-brown eyes assessed her from head to toe. Did he find her lacking? Most likely. She was short for a Kevan and her breasts were smaller than many. Also, her hair was darker than the Kevan’s usual golden or reddish locks and fell to her waist. Most of the Kevan were warriors and kept their hair short for fighting. Phaidra didn’t have a warrior’s spirit, much to her elders’ chagrin.

She swallowed her apprehension and closed the distance, holding the flask out like an offering.

“I bring you water, Master Nel.”

He said nothing, only continued to stare at her. It made her nervous and she couldn’t stop her hands from trembling when she held the flask to his mouth. At first he didn’t react, but then when she was considering pulling it back he finally opened his mouth. She tilted the tapered mouth of the flask to cover his lower lip. Clear, cool water flowed and he drank it down eagerly. How long had he gone without? She knew he’d been captured sometime in the night and it was now midday. Had they kept him thirsty this whole time?

He finally used his chin to push the flask up and she pulled it away. It was much lighter. He had taken nearly half.

“Food?” he asked. “Will I be starved as well?”

She opened her mouth to answer but realized she didn’t know and simply shrugged instead. His gaze roamed over her face and down her body.

“You’re a young one, aren’t you? What are you? Twenty winters?”

“Twenty-two, Master.”

“Very young. And very pretty. How have I never seen you before on my visits?”

She nearly dropped the flask in shock. He found her pretty? But then the voice of reason spoke up in her head. Of course he found her pretty. He was a captive and she was not.

“It won’t work,” she said suddenly. He arched one thick brow and she shook her head. “You can call me pretty all you want. I don’t have the power to free you.”

He laughed though it held little humor. “I call you pretty and you think I’m only looking to be freed? I won’t lie, pretty one, I would prefer to be free of these bonds. However, that is not why I complimented you.”

“O-oh…”

“What is your name?”

Should she tell him? “Ph-Phaidra.”

It slipped out before she could stop herself and she took a wary step back.

He simply grinned. “Phaidra? As in the wife of Theseus?”

“If the myth is to be believed,” she said.

He nodded slowly and tightened his fists as he sat up straighter. She watched in fascination while his biceps bulged, but he could only go so far. His ankles were also secured.

“Tell me, Phaidra, what is this that holds me so secure? It’s no metal I’ve ever seen.”

She frowned and stepped closer to get a better look at his wrists. It was nearly impossible to ignore his nakedness, but she did her best to keep her eyes where they should be.

“I do believe it is thellomonite, a mineral found only in the Kevarn Mountains. We use it for many things.”

“And it’s incredibly strong.”

“Yes.”

He sighed and tugged his wrists against the cuffs but they held. He would have more luck trying to break them free of the oak headboard, but she didn’t think it wise to mention that. Most likely he’d figure it out for himself soon anyway.

“Why is Iva holding me here? Do you know?”

“I have not been told. I’m only supposed to give you water and then leave.”

He lifted a brow again and then grinned. It was impossible not to be affected by that grin.

“Only water, eh? You have done that duty but I still see you here, pretty one. Perhaps you’d like to keep me company for a while?”

Of course she did. He had been the subject of every fantasy she’d ever had. But staying any longer was dangerous and foolhardy.

“I can’t. I’m sorry…I must go.”

She quickly turned for the door but he called out to her.

“Phaidra, wait…please.”

She froze in the doorway, checking to be certain the hallway was still clear. It was, so she braved a glance over her shoulder. “Yes?”

“I’m being held against my will and that goes against at least three different treaties. You must know this. I’m not sure what Iva hopes to accomplish but she risks war with my brothers, my king and the Twenty.”

All the blood drained to her toes and she swayed, barely catching the doorframe in enough time to stay upright.

“Phaidra?”

“I can’t do anything about this, Master Nel. I’m powerless—”

“No. Only those who do nothing remain powerless. You can get word to my brothers. They will be searching for me.”

He was right, but she was terrified. She looked at him another moment to capture his masculine beauty in her mind’s eye, and then she turned and ran.

Nel watched the pretty little Kevan run from the room and sighed. He knew the chances she would help him were remote but he had to try something. The thellomonite was beyond his strength. It wasn’t too much of a surprise that he’d never heard of the mineral. The Kevan kept their secrets well. It had only been in the last fifty years or so that the Masters had been allowed to bed them on a regular basis. So far, no offspring had come of the pairings though the Twenty had assured them they were fertile. As far as Nel knew, he was the only one who had considered having children.

A now-familiar ache formed in his chest at the thought. He was one of the few who frequented the human villages, though he bedded their women rarely. But they always had children everywhere. Big ones, small ones, clean ones, dirty ones. Some were light, some were dark, some could speak in spectacular whole sentences, and yet some would simply stare at him as if he were in his Gargoyle form. He laughed at the thought and leaned his head back against the bed.

Why he would be thinking of human children now of all times, he didn’t know. But he did know the ache to create a child was only getting worse. If the Kevan couldn’t conceive with his kind—and it was apparent after fifty years they could not—then what kind of woman could? Not even the human pairings had created offspring.

He stretched again while he considered the various female creatures on the continent of Lenara. Halstrid took up the northern quarter of the vast continent but there were other, smaller kingdoms beneath it. Perhaps it was time to travel farther south and bed other females? He shuddered at the thought. The action moved his wrist and he once again jerked on his restraints. There was still no give but the wooden bed creaked beneath him. He stilled.

Up to this point, he hadn’t been alone while conscious long enough to explore all his options. Now he looked more closely at his situation. Both wrists and both ankles were surrounded by a metal cuff that was, in turn, attached to a length of chain made from the thellomonite. This afforded him some limited movement—more for his feet where the chain was longer. He twisted as much as he could to inspect the points of restraint at the top of the headboard. It appeared the thellomonite was imbedded within the wooden posts. But how deep did it go? With time he might be able to pull the chain loose.

He took a deep breath and calmed his racing thoughts, centering all his significant power. Then he applied slow and steady pressure to the wrist cuffs. The chain pulled taut beneath his strength and the wood creaked again. Unfortunately, it held, but he knew if he kept trying it wouldn’t hold indefinitely. Hopefully, he could free himself before Iva accomplished whatever she had set out to do.

For two full days, Astrid was in heaven. Orestes treated her like his most prized possession, bathing her, feeding her, and making love to her until she begged him to stop. He was insatiable and for the moment, he seemed to only want her. Even the delectable food brought to their door on a regular schedule never kept his attention long. He would ensure she had eaten her fill and then be ready to take her again. It was…daunting. But she had never been happier in her life.

And so, like all good things, it finally came to an end like she’d known it would.

She remained naked in his bed, trying to catch her breath from their last bout of lovemaking, while he stood to don his clothes. The Masters had no official uniform since even their clothes turned to stone when they changed. He pulled on a simple shirt and thick, coarse pants with buttons up the front. Then he pulled on his long leather coat and began sticking various weapons in the many pockets. She watched in fascination while he slipped a dagger into each sleeve.

“I want you to remain here, in my room, as long as you like. In fact, it would please me greatly to know you’ve slept every night in my bed while I’m away,” he said.

It would please her greatly as well, but she was afraid to admit that aloud. “As you wish. Who is now in charge of the staff? I’ll have to find out where my duties are now.”

He turned to face her with a frown and shrugged. “I don’t know, but I can ask Wynn before I leave.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded but was still frowning. “Astrid, I don’t…”

She waited but he seemed to be struggling for words.

“Yes?” she asked.

He faced her fully, leaning both hands flat on the bed and closing the distance until he could easily reach her for a kiss. “I don’t like the idea of you working yourself to death while I’m gone. Is there any way I can convince you to simply stay up here, in my room?”

She laughed until she realized he was serious. “But Orestes…what would I do all day? It’s not in me to simply lounge the hours away.”

He sighed and straightened to run his hands over his face. Then he set them on his hips and looked around his spacious room. She also looked around. There were books and parchment but she didn’t have the knowledge for either. Perhaps he had clothes to mend? She could also keep the room clean, but that certainly wouldn’t take more than an hour of her time.

“No,” he said finally. “I don’t suppose there is much to do here while I’m gone.”

He paced back and forth before her and her heart melted a little more. Could this mean he truly cared for her?

“What if…” He headed for the fire and gazed into its depths as if seeking inspiration. Then he finally looked her way again. “What if I asked Wynn to assign you to the library? You could keep it dusted and organized. Perhaps there is more in there to do. I’m sure it can be made into a full-time job.”

She sat up slowly, afraid her joy would make her burst. It took a moment for her to find her tongue. “The library? You would trust me with your library?”

He finally seemed to realize her excitement and grinned as he neared the bed again. “Yes, my little star. I think you would be perfect in there.”

She jumped to her feet and leapt right off the bed into his arms. He laughed aloud and spun her around.

“Oh, Orestes! I’ve always wanted to see a library.”

He kissed her hard, but it soon turned into a soft melding of their lips. After a moment, he finally pulled back so she could catch her breath.

“Well then, my sweet, I think it’s high time you saw ours. Put on one of your new gowns and we’ll go now. Then I’ll find Wynn and tell him of your new assignment.”

Tears burned her eyes but she valiantly fought them. They always seemed to distress him, even the happy ones. With a nod, she kissed him then slipped from his grip. He let her go slowly. She ran to the wooden crate his brother had delivered just that morning and pulled out one of the beautiful dresses inside. It too had her holding back fresh tears. Could this really be happening to her?

She pulled the soft, silk piece over her head and let it fall down her naked body. With a sigh, she smoothed it into place and spun on her heel to find Orestes watching her. She held out her arms and spun again.

“What do you think?” she asked.

He smiled and closed the distance between them. “Beautiful.”

“Yes, it is. I can’t thank you enough.”

He laughed. “I wasn’t talking about the dress. Though it’s very lovely too.”

A small laugh escaped before she could stop it. She was just so damn happy, it was almost frightening. He moved past her to fish the matching shoes from the crate, and a matching ribbon for her hair. Then he went down on one knee to slip the shoes onto her feet. He handed her the ribbon and she quickly pulled her hair into a braid. He grabbed his last few weapons then turned to her with a small, jewel-encrusted dagger. It was so tiny he could hide it in the palm of his hand.

“I want you to have this, Astrid. Keep it on you at all times, understand?”

“Oh…”

She didn’t know what to say. She’d never owned a weapon before, and this one was beautiful.

“It doesn’t look like much but it’s sharp. If any man tries to touch you in my absence, use it.”

That brought her head up quickly and she frowned at him. “I won’t be leaving the castle unless I’m forced to.”

“Good.” He nodded in approval. “At least two of my brothers will remain here for protection, but just in case. I’d feel better knowing you can defend yourself if needed.”

She wasn’t sure she could wield the weapon but she took it from him anyway. She knew what it was to be a helpless woman and didn’t relish the thought. Her dress had no pockets so she slipped it inside the snug bodice between her breasts. He grinned and nodded his approval once again.

“Perfect. Ready?”

“Yes,” she said.

He took her hand in his as if it was the most natural thing in the world and gently pulled her from the room.

Chapter Seven

Leaving the castle, and more specifically Astrid, was a lot harder than Orestes had expected. For the first time in his long life, he felt apprehension at leaving a woman behind. She was just so small, fragile, and…human. He vaguely wondered how human men could stand to leave their women for more than a single day of work. But they did it all the time and now he must as well. Somewhere out there his brother could be in trouble. He had to find Nel and see with his own eyes Nel still lived. Deep down he was certain he would simply know if that wasn’t the case. But the Twenty could neither confirm nor deny that ability. However, he had always shared a connection with Nel that was stronger than with the others. Right now, his gut told him his brother lived, but there was trouble.

He flew away from the castle swiftly, like ripping off a bandage. Thoughts of Astrid distracted him and he shook his head to clear it. Would it always be this way with her? Why her of all the women he had bedded over the years? She was the most innocent he had ever taken, and the only to sleep in his bed. Perhaps that was why. He felt protective of her after her treatment from Simon. But was that all? With a sigh, he did his best to push her from his thoughts. His strong wings would have him flying to the borders of Halstrid in no time. He had to keep his wits about him.

He watched the changing scenery below him while he flew, enjoying the pointing fingers and expressions of awe on the many human faces he passed. He truly liked the humans and was happy to dedicate his life to protecting them. Part of it surely had to do with the inherent sense of duty the Twenty had created him with, but not all. That thought brought Astrid’s face into his mind once again and he laughed at himself. She was like a fever running though him. One he didn’t care to ever be rid of.

He headed for the border town of Angor. There two of his brothers would meet him after flying in from the western and eastern borders. The Masters’ castle was centrally located in the heart of Halstrid. The King’s castle was farther north as were most of the wizards’ homes. The brothers actually took turns staying in the King’s castle for a month at a time. Orestes still had a few months before it was his turn again.

Could he take Astrid with him?

“Argh!” He shook his head again before laughing at himself. The woman was a sickness all right.

He spotted a trail of movement below within the trees of a small forest. The line of dark shapes was too slow to be animals but a ways from any human village. What were they doing? He found a clearing in the canopy just wide enough for his large frame and landed lightly on his feet. A few of the travelers screamed and fell to their knees. Others simply gaped, but not in a good way. He quickly shed his Gargoyle form to face them as a human man.

“Master! Master, help us, please!”

An elderly man shoved his way through the crowd of gawkers and dropped to his knees before Orestes. He held his hands up to the sky as if in prayer with tears streaming down his dirty face. Orestes grabbed the man’s arms gently and pulled him to his feet.

“I am no god. You need not fall before me so. Tell me what ails you.”

The man wept harder and shook his head, unable to speak. Motion in the crowd drew Orestes’s attention and a young girl ran out to the old man’s side.

“Forgive ’im, sir, please. ’E’s just scared like all of us.”

“And why is he scared? What do any of you have to fear within the realm?”

Murmurs from the crowd answered his question but the young girl looked down at her dirty, bare feet. Orestes was impatient to be off but knew they might have answers he needed.

“Please, tell me what has frightened all of you from your homes. I will do what I can to aid you.”

“That blasted witch and her minotaur!” the old man cried out.

“Minotaur? Here in Halstrid?”

Unfortunately, he knew the creatures were more than myth. He’d even fought them a time or two.

“Oh aye, right here in Halstrid,” the old man said. “Over near Angor and at the border, they was. Big, ugly, foul things. They started burning homes and threatening to take our babes. So we all packed up and ran away, we did.”

Orestes looked around at the group of dirty, frightened faces and saw exhaustion lining them as well. They all nodded in agreement. A tug on his jacket had him looking down at the young girl.

“What is it, sweeting?”

“They killed people too. I think they killed my da.”

Her eyes remained dry but the horrors of what she must have witnessed were plainly written on her small face. Anger boiled up within Orestes and he took a step away from her. With a thought, his body turned to stone and grew by a foot in height and a few inches in width. The crowd gasped and fell back farther.

“They are in Angor now?” he asked.

“Dunno,” the old man said. “We just ran.”

Orestes nodded. “I’ll find them. I’ll try to return to you or send help. Keep traveling to Ilstred. Tell them Master Orestes sends you and expects them to aid you.”

With that, he leapt into the air and once again headed for Angor. He had no worries the people below would find help in Ilstred. As luck would have it, that was the town with his temple at its center. Though he normally didn’t like to be worshipped as a deity, it would come in handy now for the refugees. No citizen of Ilstred would dare defy him.

As he flew away, his thoughts once again turned to Astrid. Seeing the state of the refugees had brought back the image of her as he’d first seen her. He pushed that thought away in favor of her in the peach silk dress she’d worn when he left. The wonder on her face when they entered the library would be forever etched in his memory. He prayed it wouldn’t be the last he’d see of her.

Astrid stretched as high as her limited reach allowed, standing on the tips of her toes. But still, she couldn’t touch the high shelf. It wasn’t even the highest of the shelves in the vast library, just the top of the section she was currently dusting. With a huff of frustration, she turned and eyed the rolling ladder sitting a few feet away. Orestes had shown her how to use it, stressing the need to lock it in place before placing a foot on the lowest rung. She was no idiot. She knew the dangers of such a device. And that was why she had yet to attempt it. To be honest, going so high off the ground terrified her. She wasn’t certain this new job would be worth it.

Then she looked around the library at all the glorious books in her midst. There were thin ones, fat ones, tall ones, short ones. There were books covered in every color of the rainbow and quite a few drab black ones. There were even ancient-looking scrolls locked in a glass case. She was told to wipe the glass down carefully and not to lean on the case at all. She was afraid to get anywhere near it. The wonder of being trusted in this room still hadn’t worn off and she wanted to laugh and cry all over again.

With a sigh, she looked at the ladder again and approached it slowly. Perhaps she could reach from one of the lower rungs rather than going even halfway up? It was certainly worth a try. She kicked up the locking mechanism before setting the ladder in motion, rolling it to where she needed it. Then she carefully put the lock back in place. She tugged on the ladder a couple of times for good measure and was finally satisfied it didn’t plan to move with her on it. She took a deep breath and looked up, duster in one hand while she gathered her courage. With one foot on the bottom rung, she was about to ascend when someone cleared his throat nearby.

“Oh!”

She jumped back and her foot caught on the rung. The duster flew from her hand and clattered somewhere across the room. She would have fallen straight back onto her bottom if a pair of strong hands hadn’t caught her beneath her arms.

“Whoa. Are you all right? I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She stepped away as soon as the strange hands released her and spun around to face her savior.

“Thank you.”

She had to put a hand over her racing heart, but it wasn’t from the near accident alone. The man facing her now was stunning. He smiled with a full set of straight white teeth that looked startling against his tan visage. Thick black hair fell to his shoulders around a thin face. He looked regal, almost feminine, with high cheekbones and a patrician nose. He was too short and thin to be one of the Masters, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen him around the castle before. As if reading her thoughts, he stuck out a hand.

“I’m Albain, one of the Twenty.”

She had already taken his hand when his words finally penetrated her scattered thoughts.

“Oh…forgive me.”

She tried to release his hand so she could bow, or curtsy, or something. But he merely chuckled and held on.

“No need to apologize, and no need for formality either. I’m intruding on you, after all.”

Her face burned in embarrassment at the reminder of her place. She nodded and waited for him to release her hand so she could find her duster. His ready smile faltered but he still held on to her.

“What have I said to embarrass you?” he asked. She simply shook her head and lowered her gaze. “Oh, come now. Surely we can speak as friends? You must be a friend to the Masters. After all, you’re in their home and I know they wouldn’t have missed such a beautiful specimen roaming their halls.”

She swallowed down her apprehension and met his gaze again, though warily.

“I work here.”

One brow rose sharply while he assessed her from head to toe. He took in her fine dress and matching shoes and finally released her hand.

“Do you now?”

“Yes…I was dusting.”

“Dusting.”

“Yes.”

She looked around the room hoping for a way out of this conversation and away from his prying eyes. He was one of the Twenty, one of the King’s own wizards and a very powerful man. He probably could read every single thought in her head. Not to mention he was one of the best looking men she had ever seen. Well…human men at least. His black hair contrasted with light blue eyes that seemed to pierce her every thought.

“I find it interesting the Masters would employ such a lovely woman to dust. But at least the library is one of the better rooms. I’d hate to see you slaving away in the kitchen.”

For some reason, she couldn’t quite trust that smile. She was searching for a response when she was saved by Master Wynnston.

“I fear if we dared put her back in the kitchen, Orestes would have my head,” Wynn said.

Albain turned his attention to the Master and his smile seemed to dim. “Ah, Wynnston. Good to see you about.” He glanced at Astrid again before turning his back to her as if she no longer existed. “And where is Orestes now?”

Wynn frowned and ran his gaze over Astrid quickly. Heat rushed back into her cheeks and she hoped she passed inspection. And where had her duster gone?

“Orestes is traveling to Angor in search of Nel. Have you been told of the attack?” Wynn asked.

Albain nodded gravely. “Yes. The King has been apprised also. He has fifteen of the Twenty searching the realm for other signs of infiltration. How many of your brothers are out there?”

“Ten. Only Petros and myself have stayed behind.”

“To guard the castle?”

“As is our way. You know why we never leave it completely unmanned.”

Albain bowed his head in acknowledgement and turned back to face Astrid. His eyes widened slightly as if he had forgotten her presence. She somehow doubted that was the case.

“And what sweet treats you have to guard at this time,” Albain said.

He stepped closer to her and Wynn was suddenly behind her, grasping her arm and pulling her back. Albain stopped and one brow shot up.

“As I said, Orestes would have my head if anything happened to this one,” Wynn said.

The threat in his voice was clear and shocked her. Would the wizard allow Wynn to speak to him so? Albain simply shrugged and gave Wynn a lopsided grin.

“As you say. I’m surprised to find a human woman has garnered his interest. That isn’t usually his way.”

“It is now,” Wynn said.

His grip on her arm tightened the slightest bit but he wasn’t hurting her. He seemed to be angry and she wondered about it, but she knew when to hold her tongue.

“Pity, that,” Albain said. He waved his hand in the air as if to physically brush away the conversation. “Well, I only stopped by to see how things fared here and know if there was word of Nel. As there isn’t, I shall return to the King. Good day.”

He strode out of the library before either Wynn or Astrid could reply.

Wynn shook his head and looked over Astrid again more thoroughly. Of all the Twenty, he trusted Albain the least. He was the youngest of the wizards and cocky. He had also been the loudest voice in setting restrictions on the Masters from day one. Luckily, the King had overruled all of his suggestions.

“Are you all right? Wynn asked. Astrid nodded but he noticed the color still hadn’t returned to her cheeks. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, sir. I was just startled when he came in. I’ve never met a wizard before.”

He nodded and looked around until he spotted her duster lying beneath a nearby table. He picked it up and took it to her.

“They are an odd lot, and him most of all. It would probably be best if you didn’t socialize with him much. I know this was beyond your control. But in the future, if you find yourself alone with him try to leave the room…politely.”

She immediately nodded her agreement. “Yes, sir. I will.”

“What were you two discussing before I came in?”

“Not much, sir. He asked about me and I said I worked here. He seemed surprised…probably because of my dress.”

He looked her over again and one brow went up. “Indeed. That may be good. I can never tell what that one is thinking or what motivates him. I just pray he hasn’t set his sights on you. Orestes would be most displeased.”

That made her smile though she turned away quickly in an attempt to hide it.

“Are you happy in here, Astrid?”

She moved to the rolling ladder and stopped with one small foot on the bottom rung. “Oh yes, sir. Very much so. I’ve always liked the look of books.”

He chuckled. “Liked the look, eh? I thought Orestes said you can read them also.”

“Oh, well…yes. A little. I’m really not very good at it.”

He walked to the far wall and looked over the titles for a moment until finding the one he wanted. She climbed halfway up the ladder and began dusting the top books. He noticed her arm trembling when she reached out to accomplish the task. He immediately put the book down on a table and closed the distance to grasp her hips and steady her.

“Oh!”

“Never fear. I’ve got you.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

She finished dusting and he simply lifted her from the ladder once she was ready. He placed her on the floor and picked up the book he had chosen.

“This is a children’s book given to us by one of the wizards. When they created us, they implanted much knowledge, including the ability to read in the language of the realm. However, they didn’t know at first how well we could do anything. So, one of them started us off with this book.”

She set her duster aside and took the book gingerly, showing such reverent care he immediately liked her more for it. She opened the book and the wonder on her face was priceless. He had forgotten about the colorful illustrations.

“Oh, Master Wynn, this is so amazing. Surely I can’t handle such a treasure.”

She started to give it back but he held his hands out and shook his head. “Nonsense. I trust you with it completely. And I know it will be a good one to start with. If it is too simple for you, there are many others.”

Her eyes suddenly shimmered with moisture and his heart nearly stopped. Surely she wasn’t going to cry. Orestes would pummel him. Just as he was trying to decide on what to do, she smiled.

“Thank you, sir. I truly don’t know what to say.”

His pulse settled and he returned her smile gratefully. “You’re very welcome. And no thanks are necessary.” He looked around at the shelves and saw she had accomplished much in the few hours she’d been alone. “The books look well dusted for now. Why don’t you sit and look over that book for a bit until dinner? You have some time yet. I’ll make sure someone lets you know when it’s time to eat.”

She beamed at him and he considered how damn lucky his brother was to have found such a beautiful human. He had bedded a few in his time but none lately. Maybe it was time to find a likely bed partner in the nearby village. But not tonight. For now, his duty was in the castle alongside Petros. They had a very important duty here in their home that could not go unguarded for even a day.

It irked him that the Twenty knew the source of the gargoyles’ power, but the wizards were the reason for it. They had created the Masters from stone by using the most powerful stone in the land. Now that stone resided beneath his feet in the dungeon with strong wards and protections. If anything happened to it, he and his brothers would be powerless.

He watched Astrid for a moment while she settled on a small settee near the windows. Once he was satisfied she would be okay for a few minutes, he went in search of Petros. There was something odd about Albain showing up in the castle alone and without announcing himself. He meant to find out why and be certain the bastard was gone.

Albain waited in the shadows as Master Wynn left the library. For the briefest moment, he considered going back in for a second look at the human gem inside. Orestes thought to keep her, eh? He’d see about that. She was beautiful, with innocence shining from her eyes like the headiest beacon. She would be good to bed and even better as a sacrifice to his magic. But not yet.

First he had plans to finalize and plots to secure. Once he knew for certain Orestes and the others were too far away to heed a battle cry, he would strike. And it would be a sweet victory indeed.

Chapter Eight

For two days, Nel bided his time, slowly pulling on his restraints to the pleasing sounds of the old wood giving up its anchor. Whenever Iva or Kalypso appeared, he would have to stop and pretend to be properly weakened by their efforts. It was amazing how easily he’d been able to ignore their attempts on him so far. His body never betrayed him. Despite their beauty and considerable oral skills, his cock remained at most half-hard and equally frustrating to them both. In fact, the only time it responded was when the pretty one appeared with his bread and water rations.

Phaidra. Even thinking her name earned a response between his thighs. He watched her move about the room silently while she dusted the corners and surfaces. She had already given him the meager sustenance he was allowed for the afternoon. However, it was a bit more than yesterday. She had fed him from her tray, then after a peek over her shoulder, pulled more bread from a pocket hidden in the folds of her plain dress. Surprise speared through him but he’d said nothing. She had seemed so nervous already he hadn’t wanted to give her cause to drop the precious bread.

Now he watched her hips sway ever so slightly as she moved and he wondered what it would be like to have a handful of her enticing bottom. As if she could feel his stare, she spun around and faced him from across the room.

“Why do you do that?” she asked.

He lifted a brow in mock innocence. “What, my dear?”

Blood filled her cheeks. “Watch me. I can sense your gaze on my every step.”

“Do you? Find a way to free me and it will be more than my gaze you feel, pretty one.”

She twisted her dusting rag in her hands and he was sure she’d run away. But then she stepped toward him instead. He fought for calm while his pulse raced. Why was she closing the distance? He didn’t know why the others had been trying to harden him, but this one managed it without a thought. What if it was a trick? Perhaps Iva had somehow noticed his reaction to Phaidra and was even now waiting for her to do her magic. And what did it matter if they hardened him and made him come? He’d been putting the others off merely to anger them. Now he wondered if it was also to his benefit.

Phaidra stepped up to his side, but not close enough to touch. She glanced over her shoulder to the doorway before looking at him again. True fear shone in her eyes and he frowned at the image.

“What is it, Phaidra? What frightens you so?”

She swallowed hard and started dusting the bedframe at his side. “I spoke to another yesterday…a Third,” she whispered. “I told her about you.”

He knew the Kevan was a hierarchal society with very strict class rules. From what he could tell, Phaidra appeared to be near the bottom of the seven-tiered system. Iva was obviously a rare and revered First but he had no clue about Kalypso.

“And what did she say?” he asked, being sure to speak in the same lowered tone.

She glanced at the door again and moved slowly toward his feet. “She was horrified. Said The Council of Firsts would never abide a Master being held captive within our city barriers.”

Finally, the first good news he’d had in days. “So? Will you alert them?”

She chewed on her bottom lip a moment before raising watery eyes his way. “I’m so very frightened. I belong to Iva and she would dole out my punishment even while being punished herself.”

He frowned and shook his head in exasperation. Though he’d been in Keva many times and knew their laws and how they applied to him and his brothers, he’d never understood all of them. The system was designed so the higher ups ruled the lower classes with a very strict code of rules. Phaidra was obviously a part of Iva’s household and therefore her property until Phaidra worked her way up and out of the house. Then she would be expected to make a house of her own with her own servants. He couldn’t fathom the sweet and innocent looking Phaidra as a house First or even Second. She was too quiet and demure…too sensitive. He hadn’t learned much from her lips the past couple of days but just watching her had told him plenty.

He considered her words. “What if I could talk to them and ask for clemency? As I’ve said, this goes against our treaties. Surely you would be looked upon well for preventing a war with my brothers?”

She seemed to think it over while she continued her play at cleaning and stole glances at the doorway. So far they had never been interrupted while she fed him. But today she was lingering. He began to worry for her immediate safety.

“If nothing else, Phaidra, I’ll take you with me when I leave.”

Her head shot up and her beautiful eyes rounded. “What?”

“I’ll take you with me to my home in Halstrid. We have plenty of room.”

She immediately shook her head and took a step away. “I could never leave Keva. It’s my home.”

He tried to soften his frown though he was frustrated as ever. “I know, pretty one, but I would never leave you to face punishment…not for helping free me.”

She shook her head again but slowly this time, thinking over his words. “I can’t stand seeing you chained like an animal. But I don’t know how much more I can do.”

The sincerity in her eyes caused an ache in his chest that was so foreign, for a moment he thought he might be dying. Moisture pooled in her beautiful eyes and he wanted nothing more than to wipe it away. But he couldn’t reach her.

“Phaidra, come closer. Please.”

She hesitated but a moment. However, the desire on her face spoke volumes. As soon as she was at his side again, he leaned forward slowly, as far as his bonds allowed. His lips were a breath away from hers.

“I’m going to kiss you because I’ve been thinking about your mouth since I first saw it. And I want you to know it’s also my promise that I will do everything in my power to keep you from harm.”

Her soft breath whispered across his lips and he could see her trembling, but he ignored it to taste her sweet mouth. She tasted of blackberries and cream. He licked across the seam of her lips until she opened for him with a sigh of surrender. Then he delved into her mouth with a hunger he hadn’t experienced in too long. She was delicious. He lost himself for a moment in her taste and innocent sounds. The light touch of her palm on his bare chest burned him with passion but he held it in check, lest he frighten her. Just when he was ready to move his mouth farther down her jaw, she pulled away abruptly and took a stumbling step back. Tears fell down her cheeks but she no longer looked frightened.

“I…I…”

“What is it, pretty one?”

“I can’t do this. I’m so sorry.”

Then she turned and ran from the room. He cursed himself for a fool and an animal. Now she might never return and then where would he be?

Amazingly, the thought of never seeing her again was more bothersome than that of being chained indefinitely.

Phaidra ran from the house as if the hounds of the many hells were after her. She met no one when she followed the well-worn path to the small hut she shared with the other servants to Iva’s household. She was the only Fifth, and therefore somewhat in charge of the Sixths and Sevenths below her. However, she almost never took charge and they often ignored her completely.

Their hut was empty, only the thin straw mattresses littering the floor any indication of its occupants. Each one had a single threadbare blanket and a small basket of their personal belongings on top. She went to hers, which was closest to the small stone fireplace as befitting her station, and rummaged through her basket. Hidden at the very bottom and folded within her only other dress was a drawing of her mother.

Phaidra had no living family and had only been taken into Iva’s household as a favor to her dying mother. Iva, Kalypso, and Phaidra’s mother had been friends as children and miraculously, Iva hadn’t ignored the request. Phaidra had been five years old and terrified of losing the only family she had, but Kalypso had promised to look after her. For some reason, the usually fiery redhead had taken Phaidra under her wing and treated her decently. It was the only reason Phaidra had made it so far. Even after seventeen years, she rarely did anything to draw attention to herself, more comfortable with her station in the middle of the hierarchy.

Now she had a choice. She could go to the Council of Firsts and tell them of Master Nel’s imprisonment, or she could do nothing more than Iva and Kalypso ordered. The problem was she just couldn’t be certain of the council’s reaction. Master Nel was correct in assuming they would have him released immediately. They could do no less. However, once he was on his way, she would definitely be punished. Every Kevan’s first priority was her House. If she betrayed the House of Iva, she would never be welcome there again. Could she really leave Keva for the foreign land of the Masters?

She replaced the drawing and looked around her living space. It was smaller than many of her station. As a Fifth, she should have been sleeping in the house by now. However, Iva had many Fourths and Thirds. They took up all the room and kept her in her place. She wasn’t abused and she had regular meals. Overall, she didn’t have much to complain about. It wasn’t a glamorous existence but she had never needed such. She was a simple girl who only wanted to do what was right. Keeping a Master imprisoned was definitely not right.

With a sigh, she left the hut and stood on the path leading up a small hill to the large house. From her vantage point, she could see the city barrier to the north and her Kevan sisters patrolling the afternoon sky. She had never aspired to be a warrior of any class. She would never know the back of a dragon or the weight of a spear. But she now knew the kiss of a Master and that seemed even more dangerous than any battle. Her heart was warring with her good sense. She just didn’t know what to do.

“Mother…how I wish you were here to guide me.”

Orestes landed half a league away from Angor and found Goran and Steinn waiting for him. They both remained in Gargoyle form so he did as well.

“Brothers, how fare the borderlands?” he asked.

Both men looked troubled as they glanced at each other before answering.

“In chaos,” Goran said. “We’ve been spotting refugees leaving the bordering villages in droves, all headed farther into Halstrid.”

“They speak of creatures attacking their homes, burning them out and killing any who linger,” Steinn added. “But we have yet to encounter anything save the aftermath of such attacks. The sky is smeared with smoke and the ground drenched in blood. But there is nothing to fight!”

The frustration in his voice was plain on both their faces.

“We must alert the King,” Orestes said.

“I’m sure he already has been told by the Twenty. There were wizards already combing the remains when I landed in the west,” Goran said.

“Aye. Same in the east,” Steinn replied.

Orestes looked past them in the direction of Angor. “Want to place bets we’ll find the same here?” One grunted; the other shrugged. “Let’s go.”

They took to the air again as one and closed the distance to Angor. Within a few minutes, Orestes noted the trail of destruction before they finally landed amidst the smoking remains.

“It’s the same as the other villages I’ve seen,” Steinn said. Goran nodded in agreement.

“I passed some villagers on the way who spoke of a minotaur,” Orestes replied.

His brothers looked grave but not at all surprised.

“A minotaur, a cyclops and even a few trolls,” called a voice.

All three Gargoyles turned to see two wizards headed their way.

“Masters! We are indeed under attack, but by whom is still in question. Never in my many, many years have I seen these types of creatures work together.”

The wizards reached them and the gargoyles bowed their heads to their makers.

“Bastien, Corbin, we are at your service,” Orestes said.

Corbin laid a hand on each of their arms in greeting, as was his way. He was always the type to touch those near him whether they liked it or not. Bastien stood back and merely watched in silence.

“We arrived a short time ago,” Corbin said. “All is as it was when we got here.”

The Gargoyles nodded and began looking around. All around them were burned homes and dead animals. Crops had been rudely yanked from the ground and scattered to the four winds. The village church had been desecrated, a large wooden cross broken in half and sitting in the doorway.

“One thing I don’t see is people,” Bastien observed, speaking for the first time. “They seem to have been given time to flee. Does anyone else find that odd?”

“Yes,” they all murmured.

“It seems fear is the biggest concern here,” Corbin said.

“Fear and destruction of property,” Orestes said.

They looked around some more, finding the tracks of their adversaries easily. However, they led away from the village and the border. Angor was a fishing village with cliffs on two sides over a vast lake. Another side led into the forest Orestes had already passed. The remaining direction led to Keva.

“To Keva then?” Goran asked.

The brothers looked at each other and Orestes wondered if they shared the sinking feeling in his gut. Keva had many treaties with Halstrid. Fighting them would be like fighting kin.

“To Keva,” he said.

They bid goodbye to the wizards, who promised to repair the village. Even with only two of them, they had a vast store of magic. Then the Gargoyles took to the air once again to head for Keva. The day was swiftly ending, but the journey into the home of the female warriors would be completed by nightfall.

The closer they flew to the Kevan border, the more agitated Orestes became. On any other day, he would have flown straight through their barrier, a shimmering wall of pure magic that kept anyone with ill intent out of their lands. However, a churning in his gut left him wary and he landed a full league shy. His brothers dropped beside him. The three moons had already risen and he was hungry, but there was something bothering him he couldn’t quite name. A menacing doubt filled him where visiting Keva had never garnered such a sensation before. He almost felt as if he faced a battle line.

“You feel it too?” Steinn asked.

Orestes lifted a brow in surprise but nodded.

Goran nodded also. “Something isn’t right but damned if I can decipher it. When was the last time either of you visited Keva?”

Orestes thought back over the past few months and Steinn shrugged.

“I was here two weeks ago,” Goran said.

“It’s been at least six weeks for me,” Orestes admitted.

“I was here four days ago,” Steinn said. “And this feeling didn’t overcome me then. I flew right through the barrier without a thought. Want to place bets the barrier will not accommodate us so easily this night?”

“Which would go against our treaty,” Goran said.

“Yes. The King negotiated safe passage for all of us at any time,” Orestes said.

Steinn shrugged and looked toward the shimmering wall, barely visible in the darkened sky. “Perhaps. I could be wrong, but fear I’m not.”

“Well, there’s only one way to know for certain,” Goran replied.

With one last shared look, they continued on foot, remaining in Gargoyle form. At the ground level, there was an actual wall of stone with a massive gate. It was always guarded by a contingent of Thirds from the many Houses of Keva. As soon as they were within sight, a call went out and Orestes recognized two of his former lovers. Other women called out a welcome to Steinn and Goran.

“So far, so good,” Orestes murmured for his brothers’ ears only. “We’ll soon see.”

They reached the gate and waited patiently for it to open. It was three times their height and nearly as wide as all twelve of them standing side-by-side. It would take a few minutes for the women to heft it open even a crack, much less enough to allow them entry.

“They could have just bid us fly over,” Steinn observed.

Orestes noticed that as well. He watched while the women standing atop the wall continued to stare down at them wordlessly. Even the ones who had been calling to them had stopped the calls and were waiting with solemn faces and a hand on their weapons. It had been so long since they had negotiated their treaties, Orestes wasn’t certain what to think or feel. He had begun to think of the Kevan as his sisters-in-arms. This felt like the worst sort of betrayal.

“Four days ago you sensed no unrest?” he asked Steinn.

“None whatsoever. I was with a woman the whole time I stayed here, nearly three days. It was her birthing day so I helped her celebrate.” They all grinned at each other for a moment. “I only left to have supper with you lot. Perhaps I should have lingered.”

“No. Then we’d most likely be looking for you alongside Nel,” Goran said.

Orestes whipped his head around to stare at his brother. “Do you think so?” he asked.

Goran shrugged and stared at the unopened gate. “Don’t know. But they certainly aren’t letting us right in like we’re used to. Are they?”

That thought caused unease in Orestes’s gut and anger began to boil in his veins. The thought of any of his brothers being held against his will was nearly enough to put him in a rage. But he had to tread carefully. They didn’t know what was going on, and the Kevan were protected by the same treaties they might be breaking. Until the Masters knew they had reason, they couldn’t storm through the barrier.

After what felt like an eternity, the gate began to creak in a telltale sign of movement. The brothers waited, still in Gargoyle form, to see what this meant. It took a few minutes for the gate to open enough for a single figure to emerge wrapped in a long black cloak. Orestes couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. He knew from the slender build it wasn’t Nel and he became more agitated. Then the figure pushed the hood from over his head.

“Albain,” Goran said through gritted teeth.

Steinn muttered an oath and Orestes growled. This was the last of the Twenty any of them wished to see.

“Masters,” Albain called in greeting. He held his arms out to his sides as if opening them for an embrace. “Welcome to Keva.”

The wizard stopped a few paces away, far enough so the Gargoyles couldn’t reach him without lunging. The brothers looked at each other a moment before Orestes stepped forward.

“Good evening, Albain. Are we no longer welcome within this realm?”

Albain frowned and looked over his shoulder as if he had forgotten where he stood. “Nonsense. Of course you are.”

“Then why the delay?” Goran asked.

Albain shrugged. “There was some confusion over why the three of you didn’t attempt to fly in. I was called to speak to you and ensure all was well.”

Though his words sounded sincere enough, Orestes still didn’t trust them—or him. He looked over his shoulders at his brothers and saw identical skepticism in their eyes. He turned back to face the wizard.

“Well then, lead the way in.”

Chapter Nine

Phaidra crouched behind a wall-length tapestry and strained to hear all being said. A slight tear allowed her to peek through, but barely. It was sedition even to do as much as she was, but listening was the least she could do for Master Nel. She had yet to take him his supper ration but the agitation in Iva’s voice had called to her and she had slipped down the hall before heading to the kitchen. Now she tried to discern what had her House First in such a state that she was flinging weapons across the room. Kalypso remained before her, dodging a dagger every now and then while Iva raged.

“They can’t possibly know he is here. Do you understand? No one is to know. Only the wizard can be trusted and no one else.”

Kalypso nodded her agreement. “And what of Phaidra, Madam?”

“Phaidra?” Iva looked confused for a moment and Phaidra was certain the First couldn’t recall her.

“Yes,” Kalypso said. “The girl who takes Master Nel bread and water. She is aware of who he is.”

Iva laughed and waved away her concern. “That little mousy girl? For all she knows, he’s involved in a game of sexual excess. She will say nothing.”

Kalypso nodded but Phaidra could see her skepticism. “If you are certain, Madam,” Kalypso said.

“Of course I’m certain. That worthless girl is as useless as her mother before her. She’s afraid of her own shadow and no threat to any of this. Just keep your mouth shut and we should be fine. The wizard has gone to greet the others. He will keep the Masters well away from here.”

Kalypso bowed her head and left the room. Iva continued to pace for a few more minutes before finally grabbing her sword and belting it on. Then she too left the room.

Phaidra waited another full minute before slipping from behind the thick tapestry. She was trembling so badly she nearly fell down the stairs on the way to the kitchen. But it wasn’t fear alone that made her quake. Anger boiled in her blood. Worthless, was she? Useless like her mother? She had thought Iva and her mother were friends. Obviously Phaidra’s mother had thought much more of their friendship than Iva. That heartless bitch.

Now that she knew exactly what Iva thought of her, the path was much clearer. She no longer feared betraying her House. It wasn’t truly her home after all.

Nel noticed the difference in Phaidra the moment she walked into the room. She carried a tray with his bread and water just like the past few days, but there was a difference in her demeanor. She didn’t shy away from him, seeming almost distracted while she fed him by hand. With the last bite, he purposely nipped the tip of her finger.

“Oh! What did you do that for?” she asked with a frown.

He grinned. “Wanted to make sure you remembered what you were doing. Too much woolgathering can’t be good for you.”

She huffed and picked up the flask from where she’d set the tray on the floor. She held it to his lips and paid more attention while he drank. As soon as he’d had his fill, he tipped it up with his chin.

“What has your attention this evening, pretty one?”

She didn’t blush this time but he took that as a good sign. She was growing used to him.

“Your brothers are here,” she said.

That was the last thing he’d expected to hear and it made his heart leap while he tried to sit up straighter. “Here? In this house?”

She shook her head. “No, Master. In Keva. I don’t know where exactly.”

He tensed and started thinking of his possible options. Keva wasn’t a small kingdom by any means. There was no way he could send Phaidra out alone to search for his brothers.

“There’s something else,” she whispered. As usual, she glanced over her shoulder before continuing. “One of the Twenty is here also, but he is no friend of yours. He knows of your captivity.”

He growled low in his throat and she moved away. “Sorry. But to be betrayed by one of them doesn’t bode well for me or my brothers. They are supposed to be our most stalwart supporters.”

“Yes, I know. They created you, didn’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the one I spied today was a young one. He certainly thinks himself superior even to Iva. But she allowed his verbal abuse and even kissed him.”

He thought that over for a moment. “Black hair? Blue eyes?”

Her thin brows shot up and she nodded. “Yes. You know which he is?”

“I suspect it is Albain. He isn’t always a friend to me and my brothers. Though I couldn’t say why exactly. I know he tried to speak against our creation but was easily outvoted.”

“Hmm. Well, he is also here somewhere. Iva has left to see your brothers, I presume. I don’t know where Kalypso has gone.”

He looked up at his restraints and, despite her presence, pulled the chains taut. The wood creaked and a loud crack shot through the room. She gasped and stumbled back while he continued to pull with all his strength. Another loud crack echoed through the room and she ran to the door. He thought she would flee but she peered out the door then shut and locked it. That would buy them little time if Iva and Kalypso returned but he was grateful for it.

He continued to pull as he felt the wood slowly releasing him. Then to his utter shock, Phaidra ran back to his side and gripped his hand. She began pulling with him as if her feeble strength would make the difference. He nearly laughed but was so touched by her effort all he could do was try harder. Within seconds, his right arm was free. He used that hand to pull on the left and then it was child’s play to free both ankles.

Phaidra jumped back when he stood from the bed, still naked and with chains hanging from him. He stretched and nothing had ever felt better than his newfound freedom. He looked at the trembling woman before him.

“Thank you. I will protect you with even my last breath.”

She said nothing, only continued to stare with widened eyes and trembling lips. He wrapped the chains around his wrists and ankles so they didn’t dangle and ripped the sheet from the bed to wrap around his waist. Then he closed his eyes in anticipation of morphing into his Gargoyle form. Nothing happened.

“Master Nel? Are you all right?” Phaidra asked quietly.

His eyes shot open and he concentrated harder than ever before. Still nothing.

“What is this metal again? I fear it’s affecting my ability to shift.”

She seemed surprised and closed the distance. She placed a small hand on his wrist where the cuff covered his skin. “Thellomonite, from our mountains. I don’t know what magical properties it may have but perhaps the wizard prepared it?”

“Perhaps. I attempted shifting while tied to the bed and thought the drug they used to capture me prevented it, but I now see it was something else. Perhaps this thellomonite.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“This is not your fault. Come. We must leave this house quickly.”

He grabbed her hand without thought and pulled her to the door. A peek out showed no one in the hallway.

“The house may still be empty,” she whispered.

He nodded and they left the room hand in hand. Despite the circumstances, he couldn’t help but appreciate the feel of her small palm against his.

Orestes and his brothers followed Albain through the gate and into Keva. As soon as he was within the walls, he felt an almost indiscernible shift. A glance at his brothers’ faces told him they felt the same.

“The Council of Firsts is in session at the moment but you may join me for supper,” Albain called over his shoulder.

He strutted forward as if they were in his realm and he king of all they surveyed. Orestes didn’t trust him one bit and remained on his guard.

“Why has there been a change in the magic of the barrier?” Steinn asked.

Albain kept walking but Orestes thought his step might have faltered slightly.

“I wouldn’t know, Master Steinn. Perhaps they are simply reinforcing the wards.”

“Have there been attacks here? Is there a reason for them to do so?” Goran asked.

Albain shrugged but this time said nothing.

He turned off the main road into the realm-sized city and down a darker path. Orestes remained a few paces behind him and took in every nuance of their surroundings. The usually lively and bustling city was quiet here. Not even a stray animal showed its head when they passed.

“It’s quiet,” Steinn whispered.

“Too quiet,” Goran agreed.

“We’re almost there,” Albain called out. “Just a little bit farther down this road and then a turn.”

Orestes recognized this part of the city as a more industrialized area. The buildings around them were filled with workers during the day for everything from cloth making to corn husking. There were no houses here.

“In which House are we dining?” he asked.

Rather than answer, Albain quickened his steps and disappeared around a corner. Orestes abruptly stopped and held up a hand to halt his brothers.

“Where did he go?” Goran asked.

“Who cares?” Steinn said.

“He was leading us. Most likely into an ambush,” Orestes replied.

The three looked at each other with grim certainty. Then with a shrug, Orestes pulled a sword from the scabbard strapped to his back while his brothers did the same.

“I’d hate to disappoint him,” he said.

The others chuckled and they all continued down the path. As soon as they turned the dark corner, their suspicions were confirmed.

“Fucking minotaur,” Steinn growled.

A shout rang out into the empty street and the brothers spread to cover the width of the alley. Soon the ringing of swords filled the air.

Phaidra’s heart was beating so fast she feared it might burst right out of her chest. She had never been to this part of the city but Master Nel seemed to know where he was going. Night had fallen and many were already within their homes. But still, it was unnaturally quiet on the streets. They stayed to the alleys and darker roads rather than the main thoroughfare through the city. Soon she realized he was leading her to the northern gate.

“Master…the gate…how will…we get through?”

She was barely able to keep up with his longer stride and only managed because he pulled her along. A stitch had already formed in her side but she didn’t dare complain.

Nel paused at the end of one alley and peered around the corner. Then he finally turned to look down at her. Sweat stung her eyes and beaded on her forehead and upper lip. She panted out much-needed breath while he looked her over.

“I’m sorry, Phaidra, I forgot myself. Are you all right?”

“Yes…”

He released her hand but grasped her shoulders and moved her farther down the alley. Then he pointed to the step in front of a small doorway.

“Sit and rest a moment.”

She needed no other prompting and all but fell onto the concrete step. He set his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Again I apologize. You should have told me you needed to rest.”

“I don’t…want to…get caught.”

“I will protect you. No person here would dare attack me. Even with these restraints, I promise I am able to defend us both.”

She simply nodded, fully trusting in his abilities. “Now what?”

He glanced toward the end of the alley. “We should try to get out of Keva, but the barrier is well guarded as ever.” He cocked his head and seemed to listen for a moment, but she heard nothing. “In fact, I’d swear there is a new rhythm to the magic of the barrier itself. It may very well repel my attempts to pass through it.”

“That’s possible? To change the magic, I mean?”

He nodded gravely. “If Albain is in league with Iva and whoever else would hold me here, then it’s most definitely possible. The Twenty are very powerful even individually.”

“Is there no other way out?”

His brows went up and he crouched before her, bringing the full weight of his formidable gaze right to her. She fought the urge to back away.

“I would think you’d know that better than I, being a child of Keva. Have you never heard of another way? An underground passage perhaps?”

She chewed on her bottom lip and considered his question. Had she ever heard of another way past the northern gate? It didn’t take long to remember she had.

“Well yes, but it’s a rumor really. Just a tale I heard once. I’m not certain there’s any truth to it at all.”

He shrugged his massive shoulders, momentarily distracting her.

“No matter. If it’s all we have to go on I’m willing to explore a rumor.”

“Hmm? Oh, right.”

He grinned as if he knew her thoughts, and her face burned. She looked away and wiped an arm over her brow.

“Are you ready to go on?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

She stood and he followed suit. “You don’t have to call me sir or master. Please just call me Nel.”

“Okay…” She wasn’t sure she could actually do that but nodded anyway.

He seemed satisfied with that and took her hand again. “All right, pretty one, where does this rumor say we go?”

She considered the alley and looked back over her shoulder to the other end. “This way first,” she said, pulling him along behind her.

They had traveled nearly an hour and Phaidra’s frustration was palpable. Nel wished he could reassure her somehow but knew she was frightened for them both. He felt confident he could keep her out of danger so long as they didn’t run into Albain or Iva.

They had just reached the end of yet another alley when the familiar sounds of battle reached his ears.

“Wait. Hear that?” he asked her.

She stopped and cocked her head to listen but then shook it slowly. “I hear nothing.”

He knew his senses were more acute than most species’s, but the Kevan warriors were usually very perceptive. A glance at Phaidra would tell anyone she was no warrior. He wondered at the mystery of her.

“I hear a battle,” he said. “I want to see who would be fighting on the city streets but I need you to promise you’ll run without hesitation if I tell you to.”

Fear crossed her face but she nodded vigorously. “I will.”

“Good. If we get separated, go find the exit. If it exists, leave this city and head for Angor. Tel them Master Nel has sent you and you’re under my protection.”

“And if I don’t find it?”

“Run back to Iva and tell her I kidnapped you. If you can hit your arm or acquire a bruise or scratches that might help.”

Her eyes widened. “They’d never believe you would hurt me. I certainly wouldn’t.”

That made him smile and he had to touch her again. He cupped one cheek and marveled at the softness. “I’m glad to know that, pretty one. I would never intentionally hurt you. However, they do not know what a captured Master might do. We’ll have to pray for their ignorance.”

She nodded again and her cheek warmed his palm. Her innocence was like a fine wine, heady and addictive. He finally gave in to the urge to kiss her again, though he knew this wasn’t the time or place for such things. When he pulled away, it took a moment for her eyes to reopen.

“You’re going back to Halstrid with me,” he said. As of this moment, there was simply no other option he would willingly tolerate. She nodded again and his mind eased. “Good. Let’s go.”

They made another turn and the sounds of battle grew louder. He was amazed there weren’t women warriors in the streets. Keva was known for their warriors. Why were they remaining in their houses?

After the final turn, he quickly discerned why. There were no houses nearby. Three of his brothers were deep in battle with all manner of creatures. The street was littered with bloody bodies and the Masters were finishing off the last few. Phaidra gasped and quickly jumped behind him. He felt her trembling at his back.

“What are those?”

“The minotaur? Or the cyclops? The big ones are trolls.”

Her small fists gripped his arms but she remained hidden behind his back. He decided to leave her there while he watched his brothers finish the job before them. They were on a cobblestone street lined with small concrete buildings. The buildings each had torches set along the walls facing the street, lighting the space as if it were day.

Orestes swung his sword and beheaded the final troll while Steinn and Goran killed the cyclops together. The three looked to each other a moment before surveying the damage.

“Well, you three certainly made a mess,” Nel called out.

Orestes spun and the others tensed. All three raised their swords before realizing who they faced. Then they closed the distance and yanked him off his feet.

“Brother! Where have you been?”

“Are you well? What the hell, man?”

“Are you wearing a sheet?”

Nel couldn’t help but laugh in sheer relief with the familiarity of his kin surrounding him. They all continued questioning him until he held up his hands.

“Are those cuffs? You were chained!” Orestes’s roar echoed through the street and a dog barked in answer.

“Yes. I was chained to Iva’s bed and kept prisoner these past days.”

“No wonder we couldn’t find you,” Steinn said.

Goran stepped to the side and looked past him with an amused expression. “And is that your captive or your guide?”

Nel turned to see Phaidra cowering against a building, looking as if she would gladly blend into the wall behind her.

“Captive? Most certainly not.” He went to her and gently took her hand between both of his. Then he pulled her over to his brothers.

“Brothers, this is Phaidra of the House of Iva. My savior.”

Chapter Ten

It took a few minutes for everyone to share stories, but soon they were on their way back to the north gate. There was no sign of Albain and Orestes had already decided to name him a traitor to the realm.

“Phaidra spied Albain in the House of Iva,” Nel said. “I’d like to know how he plays into this whole mess.”

Orestes spared his brother a glance, noting Nel still held the little Kevan’s hand. He smirked and shook his head at the sight. Seemed he wasn’t the only one to have fallen under a woman’s spell. What was it about these particular females anyway?

“Whatever his part, he will have a lot of explaining to do to the rest of the Twenty and to the King.”

“Indeed.”

They continued in silence until they were a few paces from the gate. Now that they were together, there was no need for subterfuge. Iva wouldn’t dare challenge four Masters from leaving, even with one of her Fifths in tow. They reached the gate and all eyes were on them, but not a single Kevan lifted a sword to stop their exit.

“The gate is closed,” Phaidra said quietly.

Orestes heard the fear in her voice but left reassurances up to Nel. He kept his full concentration on the gate before them and the many women guarding it.

“Master of the Gate,” he called out. “I would speak with you before we take our leave.”

Most of the women remained still and at full attention. Half faced the Masters—the other half faced the barrier and everything beyond. Less than a minute later, a lone figure descended the stairs leading from the top of the wall. Orestes recognized the strawberry-blonde, a woman he had bedded many years ago. She was still beautiful and still deadly. But he knew her to be a levelheaded and fair-minded woman. They were in luck.

“Master Orestes,” she said as she neared. “I’m sorry to see you are leaving our fair realm so soon.”

He offered a slight bow of his head. “Lady Anabella, I wish we were here for leisure only. Unfortunately, I must warn you of a contingent of minotaur and trolls farther into the city. We fought them along with a cyclops or two.”

She laughed and shook her head with disbelief clear on her face. “That is quite impossible. I’ve been guarding this gate for the past three days. I can attest no such creatures passed this way and this is the only gate into Keva.”

“But there are other ways in,” Steinn added. “You know this as well as I.”

She glanced at him and then quickly away, neither admitting nor denying his claim.

“Be that as it may, my lady, we did fight those creatures. The wizard Albain led us right to them and then disappeared. He should be questioned.”

Nel stepped forward then but Orestes noticed he kept Phaidra hidden behind him. Of course, Anabella would surely have already seen her.

“You must also question your Lady Iva,” Nel said. He held up his wrists to reveal the metal cuffs. “She kept me prisoner in her house for the past four days.”

True shock crossed Anabella’s face before she looked over her shoulder and called to one of her guards. Another woman ran from the gate with a large ring of keys dangling from her hip.

“Release him at once and keep those cuffs. We will be able to discern who made them and how,” Anabella said.

The woman yanked the keys from her hip and seemed to pull one at random but it worked on both the wrist and ankle cuffs.

“Please forgive this transgression, Masters,” Anabella said with a low bow. “I assure you, Iva did not act with the will of the Council, and the full Council will be alerted immediately.”

Nel gave a small bow before gently pulling Phaidra from behind his back. She followed his lead but was visibly trembling. Orestes tensed as the young woman stepped in front of Nel to face Anabella. She kept her head lowered and looked ready to run away at the slightest provocation.

“This one from the House of Iva will accompany us to Halstrid. Of her own free will,” Nel said.

He placed his palms on Phaidra’s shoulders and nudged her slightly forward before withdrawing his touch. She lifted her head slowly to look Anabella in the eye for just a fleeting moment before nodding.

“That is truly your wish?” Anabella asked.

“Yes, madam.” Phaidra nodded again.

Anabella looked Nel in the eyes. “Very well. But she is no prisoner of Halstrid. We did not condone your capture so she will not be punished for it.”

Nel frowned and set his hands on Phaidra’s shoulders again. “She is no prisoner,” he agreed. “And will be treated with the utmost care and respect.”

Anabella signaled to the women behind her. “Very well then. Go your way in peace, Masters, and be assured you will have a report by sunrise two days hence.”

Orestes nodded and his brothers followed suit. The gate slowly creaked open and they all headed for it without further delay. The moment they were through, Nel took on his gargoyle form, shocking Phaidra into taking a flailing step away from him.

“You have no need to fear me, pretty one. I told you that.”

The frustration in his brother’s voice was enough to make Orestes smile. He had a feeling Phaidra and Astrid would get along well.

“Come,” he said. “We must make haste to the King. He should be told of all that has befallen this night.”

Without another word, the four leapt into the sky, Nel with Phaidra securely in his arms. They headed north to the castle of King Kadmos, ruler of Halstrid. Orestes’s mind once again strayed to Astrid and he wondered what she was doing at that moment. He sorely wished he could see her face and let her know she was in his thoughts.

Astrid woke with a start and glanced around the darkened library. The candles had all burned low and there was no light from the nearby window. She had fallen asleep while reading the pretty picture book Master Wynn had handed her. She immediately looked down to her lap and breathed a sigh of relief to find the book closed and unharmed.

She sat up and placed the book on the seat beside her. A delectable scent had her looking to a nearby table where a silver tray laden with dishes sat waiting. Master Wynn must have brought her dinner after all. She smiled at the thought and hurried to the tray with her stomach grumbling. The dishes were filled with meats and fruits, pastries and steaming vegetables. There was so much food she almost didn’t know where to start. A small empty plate was also present so she took it and began with a little bit of everything.

She had just finished the last bite from her plate and was licking her fingers when the library door slowly opened. Thinking it would be Master Wynn, she had a smile ready to greet him and thanks on her tongue. The words died in her mouth as soon as her visitor stepped inside.

“Hello again, lovely duster, how are you this evening?”

She wanted to jump up and run from the room when Albain closed the distance, but feared offending such a powerful man. Though Wynn’s words of warning echoed in her head, she remained in her seat.

“Fine, thank you. How are you?”

He grinned and stopped beside the table still laden with food. He waved a hand over it. “Have you had your fill already? I wasn’t certain what you liked, so I ordered the kitchen staff to prepare a bit of everything.”

And just like that, what had been so delicious moments ago sat like stone in her belly. He had ordered her food, not Master Wynn? She fought the urge to be sick and forced a smile to her lips.

“Thank you, sir. I was quite hungry when I woke.”

That made her realize he had seen her sleeping and her skin crawled. Nothing for it now. She just had to get through some polite conversation and hopefully he would leave.

“Yes, I imagine you were. Dusting is hungry work after all.”

He chuckled but it wasn’t a happy sound. She rose slowly with the small empty plate in hand meaning to use it as an excuse to leave the library. But before she could get a word out he closed the distance and took it.

“All done, eh? Don’t want any more?”

He was studying her so fiercely it caused goose bumps to rise on her skin. She shook her head and took a step away. Suddenly a wave of dizziness assailed her. She stumbled and would have fallen if he hadn’t caught her arms.

“Ah,” he said. “There it is. I feared you hadn’t eaten enough for the potion to take effect.”

“Potion?”

“Yes, my dear. I’ve given you a potion to keep you asleep a bit longer and completely pliant. Can’t have you waking until after we reach my destination. You will be the tool I use to gain what I seek from these damnable gargoyles. Master Orestes will see to that personally, I’m sure.”

“Orestes? Where…”

But she couldn’t get the rest of her question out. Her eyes rolled back and her consciousness faded.

The four Masters and one small Kevan woman had just landed in the courtyard of King Kadmos when Orestes released a growl of pain and anger. He went down to one knee and bowed his head low while his brothers rushed to his side.

“What is it, brother?” Nel asked.

Orestes lifted his pounding head and looked at his brothers through moistened eyes.

“Astrid…in pain…”

How he could possibly know that didn’t matter. What mattered was getting to her and stopping the pain shooting through her small, fragile body. He slowly rose to his full height, clutching the sides of his head.

“She’s in great pain…and no longer in our castle. I must find her.”

Before anyone could respond, a noise from above alerted them to newcomers. Orestes looked up to see Wynn and Haldor flying in. Dawn was breaking and every muscle in Orestes ached with fatigue from flying most of the night. But he’d be damned if he would rest until he had Astrid safely in his arms again.

“Orestes, Astrid has been taken,” Wynn said the moment his feet touched the ground.

“We left our other brothers at the castle to guard it,” Haldor said.

“What the fuck happened?” Orestes growled. Anger and pain raged through him until he almost couldn’t concentrate on their answers.

“Albain. He was there earlier in the day and I thought he had left. The bastard must have hidden in the castle and taken her when I wasn’t looking,” Wynn said. He dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “Forgive me, brother.”

“Albain?” Orestes asked, almost unable to even think past his pain. “But why?”

“He’s after the Wizard’s Stone,” Haldor said. “He made it quite clear he expects us to turn it over in exchange for our human staff. He didn’t take Astrid alone, but almost all of them.”

“The entire castle staff?” Steinn asked.

“That’s over one hundred humans,” Goran said.

“How could he best both of you within the castle itself?” Nell demanded.

Both Haldor and Wynn wore grave expressions.

“He left one behind to relay his message. We’re not certain what wizardry he used to empty the castle. We both were in the dungeons when he did it,” Haldor said. “And it happened quickly.”

Wynn hadn’t moved and Orestes finally stepped forward to grab his brother’s shoulder. “Rise, Wynn. I don’t blame you for Albain’s treachery. Most likely this has been in the planning for some time.”

“I wonder how capturing me played into it,” Nel said.

“He was probably going to use you to bargain but now has to use the humans instead,” Phaidra said quietly.

All eyes turned to her and she quickly stepped behind Nel. The move brought an unexpected smile to Orestes’s face. Though he didn’t feel like smiling.

“That is a very intelligent and most likely correct assumption, little one,” he said. “Nel, we must tell the King every moment of your capture as well as all else.”

King Kadmos had already been alerted to their presence, so he was eagerly awaiting them once they finally made it into the throne room. Each brother with something to say relayed his story until the past few hours were completely revealed to all. Most of the Twenty were also present and a few cries of outrage echoed within the room, but none argued for Albain’s innocence.

“He was the only one of us to argue against using the Wizard’s Stone in your creation,” King Kadmos said after a few minutes of contemplation. “I was wrong to ignore him and his ire. Now it seems we must deal with it.”

“And the Kevan?” Corbin asked. A few other wizards nodded their heads in agreement that the Kevan must also answer to their charge.

“It seems to me only one House must explain their actions,” the King said. “Is that not true, Master Nel?”

“Yes, sire. I was held by the House of Iva and only ever saw her Second as an accomplice. I’m not even sure any others of her House knew of my confinement.”

“Other than the little one hiding behind you,” Corbin said with amusement.

Nel bowed his head slightly but didn’t move away to reveal Phaidra, though everyone knew she was there.

“She is a Fifth and therefore quite powerless. Yet she did help me escape,” Nel said.

The King waved that away with one ring-covered hand. “She is in no danger from this kingdom, and is now considered under your protection. However, we will need to read through the treaties carefully before we proceed. A formal complaint must be filed with the Council of Firsts against the House of Iva.”

Orestes turned his attention to Corbin. “I can feel her pain. Astrid. The woman I had been with before leaving the castle. Why can I feel her pain?”

Corbin’s brow furrowed and a few of the other wizards leaned forward in their chairs to study Orestes.

“And how do you know it’s her pain you’re suffering rather than something within your own body?” Corbin asked.

Orestes took a moment to consider the pain flowing through him. It was uncomfortable as hell and even frightening, but it wasn’t like anything he had ever experienced. He closed his eyes and Astrid’s face immediately filled his mind. She was writhing on the ground, clutching her belly with tears pouring from her eyes. He opened his to find the wizards still studying him.

”I don’t know how to explain it. It is pain but not like anything I’ve ever felt. It almost seems like an echo, somewhat dampened even though it hurts terribly. And I can see her so clearly in my mind it’s as if I’m looking through a window straight to where she is suffering. I can…sense her within me.” He shook his head and huffed out a breath in frustration. “I know that makes little sense.”

“No, no, it makes perfect sense,” Bastien said. He rose from his chair to gain everyone’s full attention. “When the Masters were created, we used the Wizard’s Stone to harness the full power of their essence. But, of course, that isn’t all we put in there. We had to give them attributes of many different species to create the perfect beings. A bit of human, a bit of Kevan, some Sidhe, and a touch of Pastelle. All of these we combined without fully knowing how it would affect the end product of our imaginations. The Gargoyles were formed with very few weaknesses. However, they are but men, and universally males of any species have a weakness. Females.”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve somehow become so attached to this woman that I can sense her emotions even from an unknown distance?” Orestes asked.

He was aware of those with empathic abilities. It was one thing the Pastelle were known for. However, none of his brothers had exhibited the ability yet. Though he and Nel did seem to know what the other was feeling in extreme circumstances.

“Perhaps,” Bastien said. “What I’m saying is we simply don’t know. Each of you took in the traits of all the species we combined. However, each of you also seems to be exhibiting more of a particular species in temperament and preferences as time goes on. Perhaps this human woman is the key to your humanity, Master Orestes. It would require further study to know for certain.”

He didn’t like the sound of that but it was something to think about later. For now all he wanted was Astrid back in his arms where she would be safe and no longer in pain.

“Be that as it may,” the King said, “we will consider it further at a later date. For now, any ideas where Albain has taken your human staff? Can you sense your woman enough to track her?”

Orestes closed his eyes again and concentrated on the image of Astrid that automatically formed in his mind. He pushed aside all the sounds around him, the concern for her well-being, and everything else that might detract from his quest. After only a couple of minutes, he felt a tug in his gut telling him he should immediately fly southwest.

“I have a direction,” he said, opening his eyes to face his King.

“Good. I would suggest all of you go so long as the Wizard’s Stone is well guarded. Perhaps you should also take a few of the Twenty. No one knows what protections Albain will have around him.”

“Yes, sire,” the Masters said almost in unison.

Orestes faced his brothers who had all fallen into a circle around him. “Southwest for certain, but I couldn’t say how far.”

“I’ll be with you,” Steinn said.

“And I,” Goran added.

“If I can leave Phaidra here—” Nel began.

“No! Please…” She looked at him with huge eyes full of fear and Orestes knew a look like that from Astrid would have torn out his heart.

“Take her to the castle,” he said. “One more to protect the Wizard’s Stone would probably be best anyway. For all we know this is a trap meant to distract us.”

Nel looked at him a moment with indecision clear in his gaze. Then finally he nodded and took a step back. “I will do as you say.”

Phaidra’s shoulders sagged in relief and Orestes nodded. “Yes, brother. I think it would be best.”

Wynn and Haldor added their voices to those who would go while four of the Twenty came forward. In the end the wizards chose to ride on the backs of their creations. It wasn’t ideal. The Masters had to be wary of hurting any rider with their stone wings. But Orestes knew the wizards would have to expend magic and energy to fly that might be needed once they found Albain.

“We follow you, Orestes,” Corbin said.

Orestes nodded and once everyone was ready, he leapt into the sky with Bastien on his back. He headed in the direction his gut and his heart told him he would find the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Chapter Eleven

Nel was silent on the journey to the Masters’ castle and Phaidra feared his anger. Why did she have to be so frightened all the time? She sighed into his neck while she held onto him. His arms also tightened around her body, and soon their flight was slowing. She glanced down to see the ground coming up fast and squeezed her eyes shut. He landed gently and set her on her feet.

“We are here, pretty one. There’s no need to fear.”

She released his neck and looked around. They were in the courtyard of a large stone castle. Torches lined the walls, brightening the early morning gloom. A door banged open and another Master strode out.

“Nel! Brother, you have been found.”

Nel turned to face the man and they embraced briefly. “Yes, Kephas. I am back where I belong. And I’ve brought a guest.”

He turned and held out a large stone hand to Phaidra. She didn’t even think to hesitate before placing her much smaller hand in his. After the initial shock of seeing him turn to stone and grow in height and girth, she no longer feared him. His brothers she would reserve for later judgment. But she knew so long as Nel was at her side she would be safe.

“This is Phaidra. She is a Fifth in the House of Iva and helped me escape their entrapment.”

Kephas’s shock was evident. “Iva? A Kevan held you captive?”

Nel nodded. “Yes, but she and her Second seemed to be the only Kevan working to keep me there. As well as Albain, it seems.”

Kephas growled menacingly and Phaidra closed the small distance to Nel’s side. His arm went around her shoulders without hesitation.

“That bastard Albain has much to answer for,” Kephas said.

“Yes. We’ve been informed. The others are following Orestes to where they believe Albain may have taken our staff. I’m here to aid in the protection of the Stone.”

“Good.” Kephas nodded once before turning back to the door. “We’d best get inside. All other entrances are blocked to the best of our abilities. This is currently the only way in or out.”

Nel gently pushed Phaidra ahead of him into the castle. It wasn’t the largest or grandest home she had ever stepped foot in, but it was very different from the homes in Keva. She tried to look everywhere at once while Nel directed her farther in. Finally, he simply lifted her into his arms and carried her with a chuckle.

“You will have plenty of time to explore later. I hope you’ll find your new home to your liking,” he said.

A blush warmed her cheeks when she looked at his handsome face. It was almost hard to look directly at him. He grinned and her pulse leapt. What could he possibly see in a simple Kevan like her?

“Yes. It’s beautiful.”

He nodded and his grin slowly faded, but he never broke eye contact. “Yes. Very beautiful.”

Finally, she had to look away.

They descended many stone steps until reaching what she took to be the dungeons. Nel continued to carry her while he followed his brother down a long hallway made of stone and lined with metal doors. She knew he was strong in his Gargoyle form but she felt silly being carried around like a child. As soon as they entered a large round room at the end of the hallway, she tapped his broad shoulder.

“You can put me down now.”

His brow went up as if he’d forgotten he held her. When he did set her down, he slowly slid her body along his. She expected it to be like scraping her flesh against a mountainside. Instead the warmth of his skin remained just as it had before his change. He was larger and looked like a granite statue, but he felt alive and vibrant beneath her fingers.

“Once I’ve spoken to my brothers we will rest,” he said.

She nodded and reluctantly dropped her hands from his bare chest. To her surprise, he kept her hand in his when he stepped farther into the room.

The room itself was bare, with the exception of a stone pillar at its center. A light shone from the pillar almost too bright to look at directly. But when she did glance that way she realized there was a polished stone on top. The light actually emanated from what had to be the Wizard’s Stone. It was a nondescript color, possibly a pale yellow or off-white. Every time she blinked, it seemed to change.

“Don’t look directly at it, Phaidra,” Nel said. “It’s very powerful.”

She nodded and looked at her feet instead. Other Masters filed into the room until all six who had been left to guard the castle stood around the stone with Nel and Phaidra. At first, no one spoke, then one Phaidra didn’t recognize broke the silence.

“The Twenty feel the presence of the Stone. However, one of them once told me it is muted by our stone walls. Perhaps it should be moved since they each know its place at the moment.”

“That is true, Craig,” Nel said. “Any ideas on where to move it? With its power it isn’t the easiest to hide.”

Another unfamiliar Master spoke up. “At the moment we have it at the lowest point in the castle. What if we move it instead to the highest?”

“Adalstan. Surely you don’t mean the tower?” Kephas asked.

“Why not? We can put protections in place easily there.”

Soon all of them seemed to be speaking at once.

“It would be harder to protect.”

“It would be easier to get to.”

“Wizards have ways of flying just like we do.”

“Perhaps we should bury it instead.”

Phaidra was soon overcome with exhaustion. The excitement of her journey had waned and a soothing glow bounced off the walls around her from the Wizard’s Stone. It pulsed like a heartbeat with a rhythm that had her eyes drifting shut.

“Nel, your woman.”

Sakhr’s words and pointing finger had Nel glancing down at Phaidra, then doing a double take when she swayed on her feet. He caught her as she began to fall and cradled her to his chest. It was a sign of her fatigue when she simply cuddled against him and snored softly.

“Are we really so boring?” Petros asked with amusement.

The others chuckled quietly along with him, Nel included.

He shook his head though his gaze was on the woman in his arms. “No. She has done much in the past few hours. She needs her rest.”

“As do you, brother,” Craig said with a light slap on Nel’s shoulder. “We’re seeing to the protections for now and there isn’t much else to do. Take your rest. One of us will wake you if you’re needed.”

Without Phaidra in his arms, Nel would have argued, but he knew Craig was right. Though he’d been tied to a bed for days, his body wasn’t at its best yet. Being home and in the presence of the Stone would fix that, but he should rest while he could. With a short nod to his brothers, he left the dungeons and headed for his room.

He set Phaidra on his large fur-covered bed and left the room to find fresh water and a clean towel. He hadn’t been home for a couple of weeks but nothing had changed in the bathing room. He gathered all he needed and returned to Phaidra’s side. She hadn’t moved an inch. With great care, he removed her clothes and bathed her supple skin. She was a bit thin and petite for a Kevan, making him wonder if she had been properly fed. Her dark hair also made her stand out among her people and told him her Kevan side wasn’t dominant.

She moaned in her sleep when he smoothed the wet cloth over her most sensitive parts, but she didn’t wake. The urge to run his lips over her clean skin was strong but he fought it. No way would he touch her so intimately without her consent. As it was, keeping his touch light and impersonal was damn near impossible. He tried to be quick about it but her beauty arrested him. Finally the self-torture was finished and he pulled a thick quilt over her sleeping form. She smiled for him but still didn’t wake.

He left the fireplace in his room lit for warmth and light while he returned to the bathing room. Usually he chose to lounge in the soothing water and swim a lap or two. But knowing Phaidra was sleeping in his bed was too much temptation. He bathed and dried quickly to return to her. Nothing had changed when he entered his room and he slipped in beside the small woman. He watched her sleep before falling into the most peaceful slumber he had ever enjoyed.

Phaidra woke with a start, immediately noting a warm weight pinned her in place. The soft surface beneath her was pleasant but foreign and for a moment panic tried to take hold. Her eyes shot open and her pulse raced. The sight before her stopped her panic as if it had never been. Nel slept beside her, his thick arm over her waist, his hand resting on the swell of her bottom. He was so handsome all she could do for a moment was stare at him in wonder. Then her stomach growled and she knew what had woken her.

She tried to pull away from Nel slowly, trying not to wake him, but she soon discovered it was nearly impossible. His grip on her was loose but strong. She would have to wake him to get away. Another look at his face revealed his even breathing and closed eyes. Unsure of what else to do, she moved up and kissed his lips. It took a few tries before he responded. Then he growled low in his throat and rolled her beneath him.

“Oh! Nel…I’m hungry.”

He didn’t seem to hear her at first and continued to rain kisses on her lips, chin, cheeks and forehead. She laughed and ran her hands over his glorious chest before her stomach growled again. Nel finally pulled back.

“Is there a bear in my room?”

She slapped him lightly on the arm and shook her head. “Of course not. But I might turn into one if we don’t have food soon. How are you not starved?”

His gaze roamed over her face and then dropped to her breasts. Until that moment, she hadn’t even realized she was naked.

“What happened to my clothes?”

She tried to move one arm over her breasts but he gently grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head with one large palm.

“I removed them so I could bathe you. We were both covered in sweat and dust from running through the streets. I wanted you to feel refreshed.”

She didn’t struggle. In truth, having him hold her in such a way was exciting and enticing. No man had ever done so before and her blood pumped faster at the appreciative look in his eyes.

“Oh. Uh…thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Are you really so hungry food can’t wait a bit?”

“How long?”

He grinned and warmth flooded her entire body.

“Until I have dessert first.”

“Dessert?”

“Mmhmm.”

He released her wrists and placed a soft kiss against her lips. Then he nipped her chin lightly before running his tongue down her neck.

“Oh…” She moaned and let her head fall back to give him room to taste her.

He continued to lick, kiss and nibble on her skin while he moved to her breasts. She had never been touched in such a way and briefly wondered if she should confess her innocence. But then he pulled one of her small breasts into his mouth and all thought fled.

“Oh goddess!”

He hummed against her skin before suckling first one breast then the other. Pleasure rippled through her body and she dug her fingers into his hair as an anchor. Had anything in her life ever been so good? Definitely not.

He pleasured her breasts for long minutes until she was sure to die from it. When she was ready to beg him to stop, he finally moved down her body. Her legs fell open for him and he moved between them. She knew what he was going to do—had seen others enjoy such pleasures before. Iva and Kalypso were not shy and often called for wine or refreshments in the midst of such acts with each other. Phaidra had seen many things and wondered about them. Now it seemed Master Nel was going to show her all she’d been missing.

Her skin was soft as silk and hairless like most other Kevan. Nel pushed thoughts of all other women from his mind while he tasted Phaidra’s sweetness. Her innocent beauty arrested him and the pleasure of touching her had his cock hard and ready. She was smaller than most Kevan women, and for a moment he worried about hurting her. But one look at the ecstasy on her face told him there would be no stopping now.

She squirmed as he kissed a path down her belly and to the slick skin of her sex. He gently pressed his palms against her thighs to open her fully to his view and he groaned at the sight. Moisture dripped from her smooth opening, calling to him like the most treasured delicacy. He had never been one to deny himself. The first swipe of his tongue had her arching off the bed even while his eyes rolled back in pleasure. She was succulent. He had another taste, and another, until he was lapping at her and growling in hunger for more.

The slight sting of her pulling his hair distracted him for a fraction of a second before her taste called him back. He had to have more. But this wasn’t for his enjoyment alone. He latched on to her clit and hummed against the sensitive bud, causing Phaidra to scream his name. Evidence of her pleasure seeped from between her thighs and he slid one finger through it to feel the warmth within her body. She stilled and he froze, looking up at her with a questioning gaze.

“Phaidra?”

“Yes?”

“You’ve never been with a man?”

She shook her head and tears shone in her eyes. “No…no, I’m sorry.”

For a second he considered stopping so he could pull her into his arms and comfort her. But then he thought better of it. Stopping now might seem like a rejection after that confession and he would never reject her.

“There’s no reason to apologize, my pretty one. I had to ask so I’ll know to be more gentle.”

He smoothed his finger out slowly before gliding it back in. She gasped and her eyes closed but no pain showed in her expression. He did it again. Soon he was fucking her with his finger while she pumped her hips in time. He added a second finger and her body squeezed them. She was so tight and warm. Her wet heat ensured he didn’t hurt her, even when he added a third finger. Soon she was panting and writhing on his hand. He decided to kiss her clit again and she cried out in climax.

“Oh, Nel!”

He took a final taste before his own needs clamored too loudly to ignore. She remained pliant, panting and spread out on his bed like a feast. He ran his hands up her quivering thighs and trembling belly to her perfect breasts. Her eyes opened slowly and focused on him with pleasure still glowing from them.

“Nel?”

“Yes?”

“I…I never…imagined…”

He grinned and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “That’s only the beginning. I have so much more to show you.”

Her eyes widened. “More?”

He nodded and took his hard cock in hand.

She looked down and watched him stroke himself from root to tip. “Oh.”

She was as ready as she ever would be but he still took his time, stroking the head of his erection over her slick skin. She moaned and spread her thighs even wider in open invitation.

“I’m going to be inside you soon, my pretty one. I’ll go slowly but if it hurts or you want me to stop, simply say so.”

“Yes.”

She sounded as if she spoke more to herself but her body welcomed him when he pressed forward into her opening. There was the expected resistance and he took his time with the initial penetration. Sweat beaded on his brow while he fought to go slowly and not fall on her like an animal. He kept his gaze on her face. At the first hint of discomfort, he would stop…somehow. She was so small and tight. He inched his cock deeper into her body until he felt her barrier. Then he leaned forward and kissed her hard as he pushed through.

She clutched his shoulders, short nails biting into his flesh while she squealed. He froze and waited for her to relax again beneath him. It only took seconds for her to moan and thrust her hips against his.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes…very all right.”

He chuckled and pushed in a bit more. Though he didn’t consider his manhood overly large, he’d never taken a woman’s virginity before. The act both humbled and frightened him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

“A little more?” he asked.

“Yessssss…oh yes, please.”

He pushed in again until he was fully seated within her. They moaned in unison and he took a deep breath.

“I’m going to move now. Tell me if I hurt you.”

She nodded, eyes tightly shut but no look of pain on her face. He pulled out slowly before easing his cock back into her warmth.

“Oh, it feels so good, Nel.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust again slowly twice more before picking up the pace. Soon he was fucking her in earnest and growling low in his throat with pleasure.

Her nails continued to scratch the skin of his shoulders and chest but he barely noticed. All his attention centered between her thighs and the paradise he had found there. He sped up then slowed back down. He used short strokes then longer ones as he ran a hand over her body. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin, making it glisten in the firelight. She fairly glowed and he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

She slipped one small hand over the back of his neck and tugged him down in an uncharacteristic show of aggression. He eagerly went with it and allowed her to claim his mouth in a searing kiss. As if that was all he needed, the pleasure tore through him until he was pounding his hips into hers and gasping with his release.

He remained over her, leaning on his elbows so he didn’t crush her smaller frame. They both fought for breath but he recovered first. “That…was amazing.”

She nodded and slowly opened her eyes to stare at him in wonder. “Yes…yes…it was.”

He grinned and rolled onto his side, pulling her to his chest. “As soon as you feel up to it we’ll do it again.”

She smiled and then her stomach rumbled again. “All right. But you have to feed me first.”

He was still laughing after they’d dressed and made their way to the kitchen.

Chapter Twelve

Albain watched the human woman writhe on the cold stone floor and scowled. He had no idea what was wrong with her. The sleeping potion had worn off the other humans with no ill side effects. However, this one was obviously in great pain.

Or was she? It had crossed his mind she could be faking it in order to escape. Though he didn’t see how. The room he was using to hold the human captives was heavily warded on all sides, top and bottom. They were in the dungeon of his lavish castle, deep in the Ilstred Forest.

He was watching through his scrying bowl, keeping an eye on them lest they hurt themselves or each other. But so far there had been no commotion other than that woman. Astra? No. Astrid. He knew she meant something to Master Orestes and that was incentive enough to take her. However, her beauty had also been an enticement. He had hoped to woo her over wine, but the moment she woke, she began crying out. He hadn’t known what to do with her so had dumped her in a cell with the others.

Now the other women were around her, wiping her face with the hems of their dresses and speaking in soothing tones. It didn’t seem to help. She was still crying and holding her belly in great pain. He turned away from the sight and paced across the room. He was a floor above them in his library. It wasn’t nearly as opulent as the one the Masters boasted, but for one of the Twenty it was more than sufficient. He pulled a book from a nearby shelf and set it on his desk. It fell open to the page he needed on its own and he read the spell once again.

Once he had unlimited access to the Wizard’s Stone, he would be able to take full control of Halstrid. King Kadmos was an aging fool, one ripe for a revolution. His only heir was a woman few knew anything about. Her mother had run off with her shortly after becoming pregnant. The Twenty had been trying to track her down for nearly eighteen years. Bastien seemed to believe she had been found, but he kept his secrets well. Bastien’s only confidante, Corbin, was no better. So now Albain had to move swiftly if he wanted the throne for himself. Who better to rule over the greatest kingdom in the land than a wizard?

He chuckled over the thought and closed his spell book. With the blood of one innocent human, he would be able to cloak himself so not even another wizard could detect his presence. Slipping past the walking stone blocks who called themselves Master should be no problem. Leaving his captives unattended wasn’t ideal but he had no choice. No one knew his plans. He trusted none of the other wizards to share in his vision for Halstrid. So he walked alone and would therefore reap all the benefits.

A piercing cry broke into his thoughts and he ran back to his scrying bowl. It was the woman again, but the others were so tight around her he couldn’t see a thing. With a huff of impatience, he strode from the library to descend the stone steps leading him to the dungeon. If she planned to get the others riled up then he’d best remove her and quiet her himself.

Another pain tore through Orestes’s abdomen but he was getting better at ignoring them. Aside from the pain was the unmistakable pull centered in his chest and leading him toward Ilstred Forest. The four wizards had warned him about going into the land Albain called home, but Orestes couldn’t stop himself. Astrid was there and in pain. He would pull up every tree in the vast forest from its ancient roots to find her if need be.

Soon, in the darkness, he spotted the outline of trees. They were monstrous, great behemoths of oak, fir, pine and elm. Here were some of the oldest living things in the kingdom and they garnered respect. Orestes landed at the foot of a massive oak and waited for Bastien to slide from his back. The others landed silently around him.

The wizards immediately went to the oak and set their hands upon its ancient bark. They spoke to each other in lowered voices in a language the Masters had not been taught. Orestes waited impatiently, biting his tongue to keep from yelling his need to move on. Finally Corbin turned toward him.

“He has them in his home deep in the forest but he has set up wards. We can unravel them as we go but you must step lightly. There are many traps set and even one will alert him to our presence.”

Orestes looked up into the darkened sky. “What about flying above the trees?”

Bastien nodded. “You can, but the house isn’t visible from above. His wards will keep it hidden from your sight until you are right upon it.”

“So our best bet is on foot?” Goran asked.

All four wizards nodded.

“On foot then,” Orestes said before walking toward the nearest clearing between the trees.

Albain unlocked the heavy wooden door and shoved it open. The humans immediately fell back to the farthest corner of the cell. He smiled to see their easy obedience, then frowned at the woman crying on the floor. When he neared, the coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils and his smile returned.

“What have we here?” he asked.

She turned a tear-streaked face his way and shook her head. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. Please…please, help me.”

A glance at the others revealed them far enough away for comfort. He had demonstrated his powers as soon as they started waking and most were afraid of him. He went down to one knee and laid his hand on her stomach. It was hard like stone and slightly protruding. Her figure was hidden by her gown so he had no idea if her stomach was always like that, but from the rest of her frame, he doubted it.

“Nothing I fed you or have done would cause this,” he said.

She shook her head and more tears fell. “There is no other explanation. It must be something you’ve done.”

Whispers from the humans pulled his attention away from her. His head shot up and he glared at them.

“What is it? What do you know?” They cowered even more until he pointed at an old man nearest the front. “You. What is being said?”

The old man bowed his head and kept his gaze lowered. He clenched a threadbare hat between his trembling hands. “Th-the Master…Orestes. He may have done something to the lady.”

The others immediately nodded in agreement and the man shrank back into the group.

“No,” Astrid said. “He would never hurt me.”

She then gasped and grabbed her stomach again, rolling into the fetal position when the pain lanced through her once more. Albain watched and slowly stood.

“Whatever it is, it isn’t my doing. You’re of no use to me like this.”

He picked her up and threw her over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes and she cried out in pain. The scent of blood grew stronger. Without another word, he strode from the cell and locked the door behind him.

“How much farther?” Orestes asked.

He knew the wizards were sick of that question but the pains were getting worse. Plus there was anxiety in his gut now too, telling him something bad was happening or about to happen. He always trusted his instincts.

They had been traveling for over an hour, the Masters carrying the wizards on their backs once more while they ran. Inhuman speed was one of their many traits, as well as the ability to see in the dark. Now the five gargoyles ran through the trees and the wizards used their powers to clear the way of magical entrapments.

“We are nearly there, Masters,” Corbin said. “It’s best if you slow down.”

They slowed and picked through the trees and underbrush more carefully. Apparently Albain had set protections, but they were haphazard at best.

“He was either in a hurry or didn’t expect us to find him,” Bastien said. “These are strong wards but nothing any one of us couldn’t remove.”

“Perhaps he didn’t expect you to help us,” Steinn said.

The others seemed to think this over but no one remarked on it. The workings of Albain’s mind were a mystery.

They made their way through the final barrier and came upon a large stone wall. It was nearly as tall as the trees but the Masters easily flew to the top. Here Albain’s strongest wards held them up for a few minutes, but the wizards worked together to take them down.

“There. The way is clear,” Bastien said.

That was all Orestes needed. He set the wizard on the ground of a small courtyard and ran to the nearest door. It was locked but no match for his Gargoyle strength. One strike of his fists and the door crashed onto the stone floor. Orestes walked over it and quickly strode inside.

A loud noise from the lower floor halted Albain in the middle of his recitation. He frowned and his eyes shot open. He looked around. They were in a large room that held only an altar he used for some of his rituals. It was a room no mortal human had ever been in until now. Astrid rocked back and forth on the stone altar while pain seemingly continued to rip through her abdomen. Albain hadn’t even needed to tie her down.

A spot of blood was visible on the back of her dress but that was all. Whatever was happening to her was taking place deep within her body. He grinned at the thought and closed his eyes again, the sound already forgotten. No one knew where they were and nothing could get through his wards. It would take many of the wizards working together and all were currently scattered to the four corners of the kingdom. His carefully planned attacks on the outlying villages had ensured his brethren wouldn’t interfere.

He began to recite under his breath again and lifted the athame above his head. The ritual knife had never drawn human blood before but it seemed to thrum with impatience at the prospect. It vibrated between his fingers like a living thing.

“Wait, Orestes. Stop!”

Orestes froze when Corbin hissed the command between clenched teeth. He had been about to break through another unmarked door. His gut and his heart told him it was the final barrier to Astrid. But just when he’d raised his fists, the wizard had come running up behind him.

“What is it?” Orestes barked.

Corbin held his hands up an inch away from the door and tightly clenched his eyes. Sweat beaded on his brow and he mumbled something under his breath.

“A ritual,” Bastien said.

Orestes looked over his shoulder to find the other wizard approaching.

“What kind of ritual?” he asked.

Bastien shrugged. “I’m not certain, but the scent of human blood is here. It’s weak but present and that is never a good thing when playing with magic.”

“As soon as I tell you, you must break down the door, then step out of my way,” Corbin said.

Bastien stepped up beside his companion and also held up his hands. Orestes simply nodded and stood to the side where he could still reach the door. He was taller than them in his gargoyle form and could easily knock the door off its hinges from over their heads.

“Ready? Now!”

Orestes punched both fists into the wood and waited for the wizards to run into the room. He stepped in behind them and roared. Astrid was writhing atop a stone altar in obvious agony while Albain held a bejeweled knife over her. The look on Albain’s face was priceless as he froze.

The other two wizards who had accompanied them arrived just when Albain launched a feeble attack on Corbin and Bastien. Together, they easily subdued him and knocked him unconscious.

Orestes ran to Astrid’s side. He wanted to lift her into his arms and hold her until she realized she was safe, but she was obviously still in pain.

“Bastien! Corbin! Help her.”

The wizards surrounded the altar and began speaking in their tongue. Orestes gently cradled her head between his palms until she finally opened her eyes.

“Orestes?”

“Yes, my star. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

Her tears began flowing in earnest and she clutched her belly.

He had never felt more helpless. He changed back into his human form and stroked his palms over her body, searching for anything out of place. When he reached her belly, he gently pried her hands away to investigate.

“Lift her dress, Orestes. We must have a look,” one of the wizards said.

Orestes scowled at all four of them but they remained unblinking while they waited for him to comply. Finally, he growled low in his throat to show his displeasure before gently lifting her dress.

Astrid’s once smooth abdomen was perfectly rounded as if she had swallowed a large melon whole. Orestes placed his hand on her flesh and was shocked to find it hard as stone.

“It’s hard,” he said. The wizards all frowned so he put his hand on her again. Suddenly there was a pulse against his palm. “Did you see that?”

“What?” Corbin asked.

Orestes shook his head and placed his other palm against her gently. The pulse came again with slight pressure against his palm. He immediately lifted both hands and everyone gasped at the outline of a tiny foot pressed against her flesh.

“It’s a babe,” one of the wizards said.

“Impossible,” Orestes said. “She’s been with no man save me for over a year.”

Though he said the words and believed them, a smidgen of doubt crept in. He looked Astrid in the eyes, which were wide with fear. She caught his stare and shook her head, clearly reading his thoughts. “No…I swear. Only you and no other for longer than a year.”

He nodded and accepted her words without further doubt. She had no reason to lie to him. He’d known she wasn’t untouched when he first had her. Why lie about that now?

“Then it must be yours,” Bastien said.

All eyes turned to him and Orestes’s pulse began to race. A child? His?

“Is it even possible?” he asked.

“It should be,” Corbin confirmed. “When you were made, it was with the full physiology of a human man. You have all the parts needed to procreate.”

“But we’ve been bedding women for years and this has never happened.”

“That doesn’t make it impossible.” Corbin looked down at Astrid as if assessing her for the first time. “Perhaps you just needed to find the right woman.”

“There is the strange phenomenon of you feeling her pain and knowing where to find her,” another wizard said. “Any other odd occurrences between you two we should know of?”

Orestes started to shake his head then stopped. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of her for long since first noticing her at our table. I tried. But even leaving her at the castle was…disturbing to me.”

All the wizards nodded in understanding just as Astrid cried out and clutched her belly again.

“She’s in pain,” Orestes said. “Do something. Please.”

As if they’d only been waiting for him to ask, the wizards stepped closer to the altar and lifted their hands in unison. Three began chanting but Corbin moved to the end of the altar and clasped Astrid’s ankles. He slowly pulled her closer and bent her knees up so he had her legs spread wide. Orestes growled and had to fight the urge to beat the wizard away from what he considered for his eyes only. However, he knew if the babe was ready to be born, he didn’t have the skill or knowledge to help.

“It’s only been a matter of days. Would she be ready to deliver already?” Orestes asked.

Corbin shrugged and pushed his sleeves past his elbows. “This will be the first gargoyle baby ever to be born. Who knows what the rules are?”

The chanting of the other three wizards sped up and took on a more frantic tone. Orestes was barely aware of his brothers entering the room. They stayed near the door and out of the way but their curiosity was palpable. Orestes kept his attention on Astrid while she continued to cry and moan in pain. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and moved to hold her head between his hands.

“My love, I’m so sorry you’re in such pain. Please, hold on a bit longer.”

She nodded with tears streaming down her face but said nothing. He placed a soft kiss on her lips and brushed her hair from her face.

“All right, Astrid,” Corbin said. “When I tell you to, push down with all your strength. Perhaps we can get this child out of you quickly.”

She gasped and nodded while Orestes moved to the head of the altar. He climbed up onto it and sat her up so she was reclining on his lap. She grasped his arms and he held on tightly.

“All right, now. Push!”

Astrid screwed up her face and bore down as hard as she could, pushing with what strength she had left. The shock of being pregnant still hadn’t sunk in past the pain. At the moment her only concern was stopping the discomfort. Once she’d exhausted her strength, she lay back against Orestes, panting for breath.

“Why is there blood?” Orestes asked.

He was trembling beneath her and she heard fear in his voice, but she refused to let it overwhelm her.

“Not to worry,” Corbin said. “This is to be expected and it isn’t too much…yet.”

She could have done without hearing that but bore down again anyway.

“Good girl. Again!”

She pushed a second time and screamed with the effort. Orestes’s grip on her arms tightened as if he was trying to lend her strength. A great searing pain shot from between her thighs and was suddenly gone before the sound of a baby’s cries filled the air.

“She is born,” Corbin announced.

The other wizards stopped chanting and let out a cheer even as the other Masters did the same. Astrid fell back against Orestes and sobbed in relief.

“A girl, Master Orestes. You have a daughter.”

His rumbling laugh echoed in her ear and she felt it shake his frame beneath her, but Astrid was too exhausted to join in. With the sounds of celebration all around her, she gave in to the darkness.

Chapter Thirteen

Orestes watched the beautiful creature in his arms while she slept and marveled again at how weak that simple act made him feel. She was gorgeous, even more beautiful than her mother, though he’d never say that out loud. How he could help create something so perfect eluded him but he was eternally grateful.

“What will you name her?” Haldor asked.

Orestes shrugged without moving his gaze away from his daughter. “As soon as Astrid wakes, we’ll discuss it. For now, she needs no name.”

Haldor chuckled while he moved closer to inspect the tiny bundle in Orestes’s arms. “She’s so small.”

“Good thing too or she might have done more damage to her mother,” Bastien said while closing the distance.

The wizards had left the room shortly after ensuring Astrid was healing in order to restrain Albain. He was now locked in the dungeon where they had found their human staff.

“Have the others been made ready to travel?” Oretes asked.

Haldor nodded. “We found wagons in Albain’s barn and they were just big enough to fit everyone. Goran and I will lead them home while the wizards wait here for their brethren.”

“The Twenty are coming here?”

“Well, it will be the fifteen, but yes,” Bastien said with some amusement. “We will mete out Albain’s punishment and then report to the king.”

Orestes nodded before looking over to where Astrid slept on a bed nearby.

“You three can stay here as long as needed, though she should be healed by the time she wakes,” Bastien said.

“Thank you for healing her,” Orestes said. “And for safely delivering my child.” He looked down at the miracle in his arms again and smiled. “I never would have thought…”

“Nor I,” Bastien said. “Nor any of the Twenty, though we didn’t prevent the possibility in your creation. I hope you don’t mind if we watch her progress from time to time. It will be interesting to see what traits she takes from her father.”

“I nearly expected her to be stone when she was born. Considering how hard Astrid’s belly was when we arrived.”

“Yes. That was my fear also. I don’t think a human woman would survive that. However, to the best of my ability to discern, I’d say she was stone until the birthing time for her own protection. Then when Astrid began to push, she reverted to a fully human body. There were no traces of stone in Astrid’s womb. Her body was soft to the touch almost immediately after.”

Orestes growled at the memory of Bastien’s hands all over his woman. At the time, he’d been too concerned for her health to protest but he clearly remembered the sight. Bastien had the nerve to laugh.

“I assure you, Master Orestes, that these old bones couldn’t handle a human woman like Astrid. Or any other for that matter. It’s been nearly two hundred years since I’ve touched a woman for pleasure and I don’t see that changing any time soon.”

Orestes blinked when he realized the ridiculousness of his jealousy.

Haldor chuckled. “You look so good for your age, Bastien, we often forget it.”

Bastien made a noncommittal noise before turning away. “We’ll be waiting for the others in the courtyard. The Wizard’s Stone should be safe again but you may consider moving it or adding other protections just in case.”

The gargoyles watched him walk out of the room before facing each other again.

“Will you be all right with Wynn or Steinn carrying part of your precious cargo home?” Haldor asked.

Orestes started to nod before stopping himself to think it over. “I honestly can’t say which I’d be willing to put into another’s arms.”

He looked between the two females with equal parts fear and awe.

Haldor chuckled and clapped him lightly on the shoulder. “I understand… Well, not really. But I can sympathize. Perhaps you should carry your woman and one of the others can carry the babe. Small as she is, there is no danger of them dropping her and she won’t know the difference anyway. If Astrid wakes mid-flight she might be fearful.”

Orestes hesitated a moment before nodding. There really was no question of his staying in Albain’s home for any length of time. His anger with the wizard made it impossible. Plus he wanted his daughter under the protection of the Wizard’s Stone as quickly as possible.

“All right. Steinn can carry her with Wynn flying directly below him…just in case.”

Haldor chuckled and left the room.

Astrid woke slowly and stretched her sore muscles. For a moment she didn’t know where she was but felt certain she should be frightened. She opened her eyes to the sight of Orestes’s bedroom around her and smiled. No need to be frightened.

As she lay there, her memories of waking in Albain’s home surfaced. Then his threats and her pain, Orestes and the wizards’ arrival and the birth of her child. She sat up with a gasp and looked around frantically. All was as it had been the day Orestes left her. She threw off the warm covers and looked down at her body. Her stomach was flat, though not sunken in like before, and her breasts were a bit larger. She ran a hand over her body and rubbed her thighs together. There was no pain but every movement proved her breasts were tender.

“Was I dreaming?” she asked the quiet room.

Flames crackled in the fireplace and a tray of bread and cheese sat on a nearby table. She slid off the bed and found one of Orestes’s shirts on the floor. Pulling it over her head, she went to the tray of food.

If it had all been a dream it was one of the most vivid she had ever experienced. Though she was fine now, she could still remember the pain of having a gargoyle’s babe in her womb. She ran her hand over her belly again and sighed. Would Orestes enjoy having a baby? Would he even want one…with her?

She shook away her thoughts and finished eating, determined to keep any sadness at bay. He hadn’t made any promises and she would be a fool to look for a future that wasn’t there. For now, she would just be content with the care he gave her.

She washed her face and hands and then donned one of her pretty new dresses. They were still in the crate they’d arrived in, but Orestes had promised her a new wardrobe. She didn’t plan to hold him to that promise. For all she knew, he would tire of her long before a wardrobe could be brought in. Just as she was slipping her feet into another new pair of shoes, the bedroom door opened.

“You’re awake. Thank the Goddess.”

Her head shot up at the sound of Orestes’s voice and she flew into his open arms. He laughed and lifted her off her feet, holding her tight to his chest. She gasped at the soreness of her breasts again but didn’t relinquish her hold on his shoulders.

“I missed you,” she said.

He gave her an odd look but then smiled and kissed her lips. “I missed you too. I was worried when you slept so long. How do you feel?”

“Now that I’ve eaten, much better. How long did I sleep?”

His humor disappeared. “Three days, my love. I was beginning to fear for your health, but the wizards said your body was merely healing. I was able to get broth down your throat but you never opened your eyes.”

Elation filled her at the endearment but she frowned and looked down at herself again. If anything, she looked healthier than ever before and felt just fine.

“Well, I’m all right now.”

His smile returned. “Good. Are you ready to meet your daughter now? Poor thing is still waiting for us to name her.”

She stilled in shock and her mouth dropped open.

His smile disappeared again and he watched her warily. “Astrid?”

“It wasn’t a dream? I really had your child?”

He grinned and gave a nod. “Yes, you did. And she is the most perfect, most beautiful creature ever created. We did a spectacular job.”

Astrid laughed both in amusement and relief while Orestes finally set her back on her feet. Her heart was racing and tears burned the backs of her eyes but she was elated. If he was truly happy about the child, maybe he did plan to keep her around.

“We did, did we?” she asked.

“Yes. And though you’ve slept, she has been able to feed from your breasts. The wizards say she is in perfect health for a human or Gargoyle.”

“Well then. Let me see this perfect creature for myself.”

He took her hand in his and led her from the room. They descended the many stairs and made their way into the dining room. All eleven of his brothers were seated around the table, but there were also humans in abundance. Many of the servants were standing between the brothers while everyone spoke at once in excited voices.

“Here, here. She is awake,” Orestes said.

His booming voice hushed the others and all eyes turned to watch him lead Astrid into the room. A blush heated her cheeks at all the attention, but everyone was smiling at her. She had never had so many people look at her with approval in their eyes. It nearly brought her to tears again.

“Ah good. She can settle the argument then,” Kephas said.

Orestes led her to the only empty chair and sat in it before pulling her onto his lap. Her attention went to the center of the large table where blankets were piled beneath a sleeping baby. She was glorious. A full head of dark hair gleamed in the torchlight. Her skin was tan like her father’s and smooth as silk. Even in sleep she smiled and puckered her lips into a perfect bow.

“Oh, Orestes, she is so wonderful,” Astrid said on a sigh.

There were murmurs of agreement from all around the room.

“Yes, she is wonderful but she’s also nameless,” Haldor said. “Now that you’re here we can fix that and give the poor child a proper name. I’m tired of saying the babe all the time.”

The brothers all chuckled, including Orestes.

“Well, what do you have so far?” she asked.

They all began calling out names in no particular order. Even the humans chimed in, seemingly no longer afraid of the Masters. Astrid was amazed all the raised voices didn’t wake her daughter, but the babe slept on in peace.

“What would you name your child?” Orestes finally asked. “If there were no other voices adding to the mix?”

She thought it over for a moment, staring at the beautiful little girl before them. Then she looked at the man she loved with all her heart. If the child had been a boy she would have insisted he be named after his father. But Orestes wouldn’t do for a girl.

“What about…Ourania?” she asked.

There were some murmurs around the room but no one spoke out against it.

“Ourania?” Orestes asked. “Where have I heard that before?”

“It’s Greek. A muse of astronomy, I believe,” Craig said.

“It means heavenly. Which in her case fits quite well,” Nel added.

Astrid turned to give him a smile of thanks and was surprised to see a woman on his lap. No one else seemed to think it odd, so she turned back to face Orestes.

“It’s the closest to your name I could think of. Unless you like Ophelia,” she said.

He immediately shook his head and placed a swift kiss on her mouth. “No. I prefer Ourania to Ophelia.”

“Well then, Ourania it is,” Kephas said.

A cheer went up and finally woke the subject of the celebrations. To Astrid’s surprise, little Ourania didn’t cry. She shuddered when she woke and looked around the room with large gray-blue eyes. When her gaze finally landed on her parents, she smiled.

“Oh, I absolutely must hold her,” Astrid said. She leaned forward and pulled the blankets until she could lift her daughter into her arms.

When she sat back against Orestes, he wrapped his large arms around both of them, protecting them and making her feel cherished.

“See,” he said in her ear. “I told you she is perfect.”

Astrid laughed and ran a finger over her baby’s cheek. It was as soft as she expected.

“Yes. She is.”

A feast was served and the humans sat down with the Masters for the first time ever. Orestes looked around the table at his brothers and the two women who would now be considered family. Then he looked down at the small bundle in Astrid’s arms and was nearly overwhelmed with tenderness. The Twenty had ensured the Masters would have sympathy and empathy, but they had never mentioned love. Looking at his new family, Orestes knew he truly felt love for them in a way he didn’t love his brothers. Keeping them safe and happy were his new priorities, even before the safety of the kingdom. He might never say these things out loud, but he knew Astrid and Ourania were now the center of his world.

Little Ourania allowed Astrid to eat two bites before she let her own hunger be known with a loud wail. Everyone laughed at the tiny, screwed-up face that was too adorable to be annoying. Orestes sent Astrid ahead of him to their room so he could gather their food. Then he carried a large tray laden with a little of everything up the many stone steps.

He walked into his room and froze at the sight of Astrid breastfeeding Ourania on their bed. His heart swelled and an ache formed in his chest. Had there ever been a more beautiful sight? He thought not. After a moment, he remembered himself and took the tray of food to his table. Then he shut and locked his bedroom door. The sight before him was for his eyes only.

“Is she well?” he asked.

Astrid smiled up at him. “Yes. She’s perfect.”

He chuckled and closed the distance. “I told you so. Want me to prepare a plate of food for you?”

She shook her head. “You needn’t serve me, Orestes. Eat. I’ll take care of myself when we’re done here. I ate the bread and cheese when I woke.”

He hesitated even though he knew she had indeed eaten when she woke. He had left the food just in case and was glad she had grown comfortable enough with him to help herself. He looked around his room and began to imagine the changes needed to make her feel welcome. He had promised her a wardrobe, and a smaller desk would probably fit beside his. As much as she loved books, he thought squeezing in a small shelf would be good too. And for the babe?

He frowned at them this time when he realized lovemaking would be on hold for a while. Even once Astrid had healed, he couldn’t make love to her with Ourania in their bed too.

“Orestes?”

The concern in Astrid’s voice pulled his thoughts away from her delectable body. She was frowning at him.

“Yes, my love?”

“Is there a problem? Should we…do you wish to be alone?”

He immediately put down his plate and went to her. “No, of course not. Why do you ask?”

She hesitated, watching him warily, and he cursed under his breath. What had he done to upset her?

“Well…you were frowning…when you looked this way. If you’re tired and wish to sleep peacefully—”

He silenced her with a kiss, the only way he knew to apologize fully. It wasn’t as passionate as those in the past due to Ourania still feeding in her arms. But it was enough to clear the concern from her beautiful face.

“I never wish to be without you again,” he said. “Our little Ourania either. Both of you are always welcome in my bed, my room and my heart.”

Tears moistened her eyes but didn’t fall while she watched him. He sat beside her and ran a finger down her cheek. “You are a miracle to me, Astrid. I plan to keep you here with me so long as you’re willing to stay.”

“Truly?”

“Truly. You know I’m not human. But if you prefer to have a human marriage ceremony I will gladly do that. I will make you my wife and let it be known to all you are mine.”

Her tears fell even while a smile spread across her face. “I would like that very much. I love you, Orestes.”

His heart beat faster but he felt no fear when he said, “And I love you, Astrid.”

The smile that graced her face eased his tension and concern. Everything would be okay now. She was willing to stay with him and that was all that mattered.

He kissed her again, leaning in without touching any more than her lips and taking care not to crush their daughter. When he finally pulled away, Astrid’s eyes were glazed with passion, making him groan.

“The wizards said you need at least two weeks to fully heal. Then one of them can examine you again or we can seek a midwife. Until then, our lovemaking must wait.”

Astrid laughed and placed another quick kiss on his mouth. “One of the Twenty will examine me? Like a common doctor?”

“Midwife. I’ve had enough of other men seeing what should be for my eyes only.”

She kissed him again. “As you wish, my love.”

He truly liked the sound of that.

Chapter Fourteen

Three weeks had passed since her arrival at the Master’s castle and Phaidra didn’t know what to do with herself. She often joined Astrid in the library and helped dust the shelves or straighten books while the new mother took care of her baby. Phaidra truly enjoyed her afternoons with Astrid and Ourania. Even with the differences in their cultures and upbringings, they had a lot in common. She couldn’t help but notice how Nel and Orestes encouraged their friendship. The two couples and one tiny child often shared the evening meal together.

Phaidra also enjoyed her time spent with Nel. It was often in bed or in the large bathing pool. Sometimes he would also take her through the gardens behind the castle. However, anytime he went to the villages she stayed behind. He was almost more protective of her than Orestes was of Astrid and Ourania. Phaidra understood the need to protect the human woman and child, but she was Kevan. Not only should she have no fear due to the treaties, she also had inherent strength passed down from the lines of her foremothers. Though she had feared much in Keva, she had no fear in the human lands.

When she woke that morning to an empty bed for the third time in a row she grumbled and fought back tears. The library held no comfort and she excused herself once lunch was finished. Now she strode through the vast gardens with no particular destination in mind, almost wishing she were back in Keva. Her life there had been filled with purpose. It wasn’t a grand existence by any means, but she’d had duties and responsibilities. Here she was just one of the Masters’ women, not fit to even help cook.

With a sigh, she sat on the edge of a small fountain and gazed at her reflection. She’d gained a little weight and looked healthier than ever before. She felt better too, physically. Her hair was loose about her shoulders, which were bare in the new gown Nel had given her before he left. He always arrived home with gifts for her, seemingly to make up for his time away. She knew he couldn’t spend every waking moment at her side, but she needed something to fill the times he was gone.

Tired of the melancholy image, she slapped the water in annoyance and watched the ripples. As they cleared another image caught her eye and she spun to see Nel standing behind her.

“Nel. You’ve returned.”

Though she smiled at him, she didn’t jump to her feet and run into his arms like she had the first few times he’d returned to her. With a frown, she realized she hadn’t had the urge to do that in a few days.

“Yes. I didn’t mean to be away so long,” he said.

He was only a few steps away from her but it was the greatest distance they’d had between them since his escape. She sighed and knew this was the beginning of the end. It was almost a relief. Upon her arrival, she had been worried about how she would keep his attention. Now that she knew she had failed, she could move on. But where would she go?

“So…you had a successful journey then?”

He never told her much about where he was going or why, and she never pried. Her curiosity was great but she had hoped he’d learn to trust her with such information.

He shrugged and slowly moved to join her on the side of the fountain. She straightened when he sat beside her so they didn’t accidentally touch.

“Yes it was,” he said. “I returned to Keva with two of my brothers and one of the Twenty. We stood before the Council of Firsts and they relayed the charges against the House of Iva.”

Phaidra stilled, unsure if she wanted to hear any more but needing to know. “Oh?”

“Yes. Iva and Kalypso were both found guilty of treason and conspiracy against the Kingdom of Halstrid. There were also other charges. The House is being dispersed. Your housemates are being taken into other households.”

“Oh.”

She turned away from him while pain lanced through her. As a girl she had thought Kalypso and Iva cared for her in some small way. She knew now that wasn’t true but it hurt to realize she had no one.

“Phaidra?”

He gently laid his hand against the back of her head, stroking her hair as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry to bring news that disturbs you. I was hoping it would bring some relief.”

She looked at her feet and gave a slow nod even though she was in more turmoil than ever before. If there was no House of Iva, she had no home to return to. With the others blending into other households, she might be able to as well. However, she knew no other Firsts or Seconds that might take pity on her and take her in. She would have to petition the Council for placement and that was a humiliating ordeal. It rarely happened but the orphan was always looked upon like an unwanted thing. Though she felt that was an accurate assessment for her, she didn’t want to face the humiliation of the Council.

“At least they are facing justice for their treatment of you,” she said.

She truly meant that and had nothing else to say. They sat in silence for long minutes before he finally huffed out a breath and stood. She turned away again, not wanting to watch him leave. In her heart, she knew it would be for the last time and she simply couldn’t watch another person walk away from her like she meant nothing.

Nel paced away from Phaidra and ran his hands through his hair. The woman was driving him mad. He’d spent the past three days in Keva ensuring there were no ties to pull her back there. He checked every accounting of her birth and up until the day he met her. He spoke to every member of the House of Iva who would see him. He even asked the Council themselves if he could keep her with him. As far as he was concerned, he had full permission to make her his just like Orestes had with his woman. The only problem now was convincing Phaidra to stay by his side. He’d noticed her unhappiness but had no idea what to do about it, and now it was slowly pulling her away from him.

The week before he had visited with the Twenty and asked for anything they’d learned about Astrid’s pregnancy. If he was able to impregnate Phaidra, she would surely stay with him. He ached to hold his own babe in his arms and couldn’t help the spurt of envy he felt every time he looked at Ourania. But would a child make Phaidra happy? For now it didn’t matter because the Twenty were still confused about Ourania. They had no clue how the miracle child had been conceived and gestated so quickly.

Nel spun in his heel to return to Phaidra, noting the way her shoulders were hunched and her hands were balled into fists. She was obviously upset but he wasn’t sure what about. Was she angry about the House of Iva being dispersed? If so, was her anger directed at him? Finally, he could take it no longer and went down on his knees before her.

“Phaidra? My pretty one, please tell me what concerns you. I’m sorry about your House. If I had known you wished it, I would have begged for leniency.”

When she lifted her head true surprise showed on her face. The moisture in her eyes worried him but he tried to ignore it and ran his hands up her thighs to her waist.

“I would never have asked you to do that,” she said. “Iva and Kalypso deserve their punishment.”

His brow wrinkled as he tried to think of what else could be bothering her. “Then what is it? Why are you so sad? Did something happen in my absence?”

She started to shake her head but then simply shrugged and looked at her hands. “I just don’t know what I’m doing here, Nel. I know you wished me in your bed when we first arrived, but now that you’re done with me, I don’t know what to do.”

Shock held his tongue for nearly a minute before he growled low in his throat. The sound had her head jerking up and her eyes widening.

“Done with you? Is that what you think?”

He pulled her into his arms even while he took gargoyle form. Then he shot into the sky. It was early evening and the sky was clear. He held her close and flew away from the castle and into the village. She had thrown her arms around his neck as soon as her feet left the ground but she kept her face turned away from him. He had no idea what thoughts went through her head.

It took no time to reach his destination. The yard before the small church was empty but he knew the priest was inside. He set Phaidra on her feet and turned her by the shoulders to precede him into the building. She went without a word of protest and he hoped that was a good sign. He was almost too angry to speak. He was angry at Phaidra for not trusting him, angry at her former Housemates for making her feel so worthless and most of all angry at himself for not showing her what she meant to him. Tonight that would change.

He took his human form for their walk down the short aisle between the crude wooden pews. The priest was on his knees before the altar, speaking prayers in a lowered voice. As if he sensed their presence, he finished quickly and stood to face them. His brows went up at the sight but he simply nodded.

“Master Nel, good evening.”

“Good evening, Father. I have a favor to ask if you’re not too busy at the moment.”

The old priest waved one hand to swat away Nel’s concern. “Not at all. Certainly not for you. How can I be of service?”

Nel stepped up beside Phaidra, who looked confused. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and closed the distance to the altar. If this didn’t work he had no idea what would.

“Are you familiar with the Kevan handfasting ceremony?”

Phaidra startled against him and he felt her stare but she didn’t try to pull away. The priest smiled and gave a slow nod.

“Aye, that I am. As the only spiritual leader for many leagues I’m well versed in most wedding ceremonies from the various cultures of Lenara. Do you have a ribbon?”

“Yes.”

Nel glanced at Phaidra before dropping his arm from her shoulders and opening his coat to remove the scarf he’d been given in Keva. Phaidra gasped when he unfurled the colorful silk that had once belonged to her mother.

“Where…who…” she whispered.

He finally turned to face her. “One of the Council members gave this to me when I questioned them about you. She said it was your mother’s.”

“Yes. I remember it from when I was a girl but thought her things had been lost.”

He shook his head and fought down his anger. “No. Not lost, taken. For some reason no one could explain to my satisfaction, your mother’s things were given to another House when you were taken in by Iva. I was told this was the only item that could be located on such short notice.”

She nodded and ran her hands over the scarf he held as if it were a sacred treasure. Tears slipped down her face but she ignored them and returned her gaze to his.

“Is this truly what you want, Master Nel? You truly want…me?”

He tightened his grip on the scarf and went down on one knee. It was well known the Masters bowed to no one but the king. However, where Nel only lowered his head in the king’s presence, he would gladly lower his entire body to the dirt-covered floor for Phaidra.

“I have never wanted anything more. Phaidra of Keva, would you be my bride? With this scarf of your mother’s lineage I would wed you before this witness, to be my wife for at least one year. If after that time you wish to leave me, I will let you go, but not one second before that time.”

Phaidra looked down at the man she never thought she would be able to keep and her heart filled to bursting. He really wanted her. It was a marvel and a miracle. She couldn’t possibly deny him. He had said the right words, as if someone from her home had taught him the ceremonial phrase. Now all she had to do was say it back.

She knelt also and faced him, taking his hands into hers and raising them up between them. “Master Nel of Halstrid, with this scarf of my mother’s lineage I will be your wife. I will wed you for one year and forevermore if you still want me after that time.”

His face broke into a radiant smile and a suspicious sheen covered his eyes. The priest stepped forward and took the ends of the scarf, wrapping them around their joined hands.

“Then I do bear witness to this handfasting, and declare you to be man and wife for one year of time.”

A weight lifted from Phaidra’s shoulders and she laughed with the joy erupting from her soul. Nel joined her before pulling her into a deep kiss. Finally, the priest had to clear his throat to gain their attention. Her face heated in a blush, but Nel simply grinned.

“Thank you, Father, I appreciate this more than you could know. In one year we will return to renew our vows.”

The priest nodded and Nel stood and pulled her up by their clasped hands. Then he gently pried them apart and folded the scarf before handing it to her.

“Hold this, my love, and we’ll put it somewhere safe once we’re home.”

She took it without hesitation before preceding him from the small church.

Nel wanted to shout from the top of the tower that Phaidra was now his wife, but he kept it to himself while they returned to the castle. She was quiet when he led her to his room and lifted her to sit on the side of his bed. He lit a fire and locked his door then returned to her. She watched him but still said nothing, just held her mother’s scarf.

“Can I put that away for you?” he asked. “I have a chest that sits empty now.”

She nodded and allowed him to take it. He put it away quickly and went back to the bed.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Tired?”

“No.”

“Angry? Bored? Annoyed? What still ails you, Phaidra?”

She took a deep breath and he braced for a physical blow. Though he knew she wouldn’t try to hit him he almost wished she would. Some kind of reaction would give him a hint of her mood and where to go from here.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

He froze, but more from the fact that instant denial was not on his tongue. When he didn’t respond right away she obviously took it to mean no. She slipped off the bed and ran to the door. He caught her before she could turn the lock.

“No, don’t leave. Look at me, Phaidra. Please.”

He turned her around and held her against the door. Tears streamed from her eyes but she made no move to wipe them away. He cupped her face with both palms and looked into her eyes.

“Yes, my pretty one, I do love you. In all honesty, I never expected to say that to any woman so I’m not really sure what to do. But if you leave me now I will follow. I’d be helpless to anything else.”

The surprise on her face annoyed him but he fought not to let it show.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t have you as my wife otherwise. I love you.”

Her smile was slow in coming but well worth the wait. Then she stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his. He growled low in his throat and pulled her into his arms. After a couple of minutes, she finally eased back to gasp in much-needed air.

“I…love…you…too.”

He grinned and returned to his bed. Then he set her on it and started removing her clothes. “Good. I didn’t want to contemplate trying to live without you.”

She sighed and it was a happy sound. His heart lightened to hear it.

“I love you so much, Nel. But being away from you for days at a time is torture.”

She was naked before him, reclining on his bed, so it took a moment for her words to make sense.

“Hmm? Oh… I agree. It’s torture for me also. But there will be times I’m called away to do my duty.”

“I know and I understand that. But what am I supposed to do here in your absence?”

He stopped in the act of removing his shirt and frowned at her. “What?”

She rolled her eyes and sat up, covering her perfect breasts with one arm. His frown deepened and he finished taking off his shirt before unlacing his pants.

“While you’re off protecting the kingdom, I have nothing to do besides sleep, eat and pretend to help Astrid in the library. She certainly doesn’t need my help, even with Ourania in her arms. So, what am I supposed to do besides laze around and grow fat?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, but a glance at her face sobered his amusement quickly. “Forgive me. I don’t make light of your concerns, I swear.”

“Then what do you suggest? I know I can’t go with you.”

He sighed and dropped his pants to the floor before stepping out of them. For once, the sight of his nakedness seemed to have no effect on her at all.

“No, you can’t go with me. I don’t want you acting the servant either while I’m away.”

Rather than go to the bed as he dearly wanted, he turned away to pace across the room. If he got too close to her he wouldn’t be able to think.

“What skills do you have?” he asked.

She seemed to think it over for a few minutes. “Well, I can cook and clean. I can read and write. I’m not a very good teacher though. I can work with numbers fairly well.”

He spun on his heels to face her. “Truly? Do you know how to keep an accounting of money?”

She shrugged and finally dropped her arm. “I’ve never tried with money but if it’s working with numbers, I should be able to do it.”

He nodded and closed the distance, happy to know he might have found a solution to what concerned her.

“Good enough. In the morning, we’ll speak to Petros and he may have work for you. But for now…”

He joined her on the bed and covered her body with his. She opened her arms and legs to him without hesitation and eased his mind.

“For now you should make love to me, and perhaps our own babe will come in time.”

He couldn’t wait another second and took her lips in a searing kiss. She returned his passion and welcomed him into her body.

“I love you so much, my pretty one.”

“And I love you.”

He made love to her until a servant knocked on the door to call them to dinner.

Chapter Fifteen

Bastien faced his former student and shook his head in disappointment. Albain had had such potential. He had been a rising star, the youngest to be inducted into the Twenty in its long history. Now he was a broken man, stripped of his powers and left to make what life he could as a mortal human.

“Kill me,” Albain whispered.

He was hunched over, sitting on his legs and facing the floor. His hair hung in greasy ropes, clotted with sweat and dirt from the tiny cell he’d spent the past three weeks in. It hurt to see him so broken, but there was no other way.

“You know I will not,” Bastien said.

Albain finally raised his head and scowled at his former mentor. “Why not? I am worthless now. I can do no magic. I can’t even light a candle.”

“There are many men who live without magic in their lives, Albain. You will learn to live as they do.”

“And for what purpose? To farm? To raise sheep? Bah! That life is not for me.”

Bastien sighed and dropped the bundle in his arms onto the floor between them. “New clothes and shoes. You will be given provisions and a little money to make your way where you will. But I warn you, eyes will be ever watchful of your actions.”

Albain snorted but made no move to take the clothes. He hadn’t been beaten or starved. But the full force of nineteen wizards stripping every ounce of magic from his core had aged him another decade. He no longer looked like a mortal man of fifty winters, but one of sixty or more. Either way, it was a deception when his true age was nearly two hundred. And now he would begin to age like a mortal man rather than retaining the near immortality of wizards. The king had decreed this to be a just punishment since they shouldn’t have to worry about him after two or three more decades. However, Albain had always been unnaturally smart and eerily resourceful. Bastien had his doubts.

The wizard turned on his heel and left the cell, leaving the door wide open. Albain was no longer a prisoner. He had told them little, but more had been learned from the Kevan women. They were enduring their own punishments. For now they needed to find another to replace Albain so they could remain The Twenty. It was a number of power and every bit was needed to keep Halstrid safe and secure for all her people.

As he walked away, he thought he heard Albain laughing but didn’t turn around to be certain. Losing one’s magic could break the best of wizards. Bastien wasn’t optimistic Albain would survive the strain. He shook his head at the waste of such potential talent and went to seek an audience with the King.

Albain fought to hide his amusement while he dressed, but the chuckles still escaped. Take away his magic, would they? Send him out into the world a mortal man? It was all laughable, really. The Nineteen knew so little for having members who had been wizards well over millennia. Albain had learned much at his mentor’s knee. Fortunately, Bastien believed himself to be Albain’s only mentor. That was not the case, but Albain’s true mentor was dead.

He finished dressing and walked out of his cell with his back bent, eyes downcast. It wouldn’t do to let anyone know he still had enough strength to cause trouble. He would have that Wizard’s Stone or die trying. The Masters thought they were more powerful, but they knew so little. Now he had to plan again since the first plan had failed. He would round up the Kevan women and his allies in the other nations and return to Halstrid twice as strong as before. He might not be a wizard of the Twenty any longer, but that wouldn’t keep him from becoming a sorcerer.

About the Author

Ms. Missy Jane is the alter ego of a Texas mother of four who has been married to the same wonderful man for over eighteen years. A few years ago Missy finished reading a book by Mercedes Lackey and James Mallory titled The Outstretched Shadow, and thought “Now, what if…” and a monster was created. Missy now spends most of her time lost in worlds of her own making alternately loving and hating such creatures as vampires, shape-shifters and gargoyles (to name a few). When not writing, she spends her time reading, taking photos of her four beautiful daughters and training her husband to believe she’s always right. Missy’s work can be found on her site www.authormissyjane.com, her blog msmissyjane.blogspot.com, and other places around the web. Missy is often found playing around at www.facebook.com/ms.missyjane and www.twitter.com/msmissyjane.

Content

Born of Stone
Gargoyle Masters - 1
Missy Jane

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

About the Author