Immortal

by T Nisbet

Ivy smelled so good. She was pressed so tightly against me that I could feel her every breath. I realized after a couple of minutes that I didn’t need my hand around her waist and grabbed the reins with both hands.

  The wind continued to blow away from the encampment as everyone mounted back up.

  “My deal with your woman stands, Immortal, if that is really what you are,” Durmack said to me. He gestured to two of the plainsmen nearby. “These warriors will escort you to Brighton. I must return to our encampment and marshal the people for war against the dark elves. This I promise you, they will pay dearly for making an attempt on my father’s life.”

  “Good luck, Durmack.”