His arms tightened on instinct, as though she might somehow fly away, or dissipate into nothingness. Rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, he savored the silk texture against his skin and lowered his voice to a near whisper. “You’re safe.”
She huddled closer, drawing her knees to her chest as her whimpers continued. The ocean tossed bold and loud beneath them. Probably not the most reassuring view from a non-flying human’s point of view.
Fuck, like she’d have any other response. She’d nearly died. He couldn’t exactly expect her to lift her head and beam sunshine and roses.
He drifted to a flat-topped boulder at the cove’s base and settled with the bluff wall behind him. Leaning back, he gave the wall his weight and pulled his knees in to angle Brenna closer.
Damn, but she felt good. So tiny and soft. Her hand opened and closed against his chest, dragging the slick-rough fabric of his drast against his adrenaline soaked skin in a way he probably shouldn’t enjoy, but abso-fucking-lutely did. Considering Brenna couldn’t get a solid breath in, it was also entirely the wrong thing to think about. There had to be something he could do. Something to help her find her balance.
For once, a decent memory came to mind. The day he’d tried to imitate his father by jumping off their cottage roof in an attempt to fly. He’d been too little to comprehend that flight required an awakening, something that didn’t happen to eight year old boys. His mother had healed his wounds and held him in her lap while he cried, rocking slowly side to side.
He’d liked that. A lot. So much so, he’d pretended to cry longer so he could stay.
Gently, he imitated the movement, albeit more clunky than his mother. He stroked a hand from the top of her head to the small of her back, her glossy hair slick against his calloused palm. Since the first time he’d seen her, he’d been fascinated by it. The darkest chocolate to match her eyes.
Wind whispered through the cove, wrapping a faint vanilla scent around them. He dipped his head, his nose only inches from her temple, and inhaled deep. It was Brenna, either her hair, or her skin, but whatever it was, was perfect. Comforting and soft.
The darkness inside him settled. Stilled in a way he hadn’t felt since before his awakening. Countless battles he’d fought, and bone chilling memories he’d absorbed in the name of protecting his malran and his race, but no act felt as important as this moment. This was what armies fought to provide. What men died to protect.
Brenna let lose a long, body-shuddering sigh. Uncoiling her arms from around his neck, she smoothed her hands across his shoulders and down to his biceps.
His muscles tightened, every inch of him poised for her touch. Her presence.
Her fingers tightened, a tentative combination of exploration and reflex, before she pushed upright. Her nearly black eyes were glassy with the last of her tears, and her cheeks were a mottled red. It shouldn’t have impacted him the way it did, but damned if he didn’t want to pull her back against him and demand she stay put.
She didn’t meet his gaze, but neither did she avert her face. Definitely a step up from the first day he’d met her.
“Thank you,” she muttered.
Her voice. Praise The Great One, it was beautiful. He’d heard it plenty of times before, always shy with a breathiness born of well-earned caution, but now it was clear. Unhindered by the noise in his head.
He dipped his chin in acknowledgement. There wasn’t much he could say she’d appreciate at this point, and all he really wanted was to hear her say something else. Anything. Histus, she could recite the damned alphabet and he’d be happy.
Instead, her focus drifted to where her hands rested on his biceps. A curious light flickered for a second, maybe two, before she blinked, shook her head, and tried to wiggle off his lap.
Ludan tightened his hold. “I’m not gentle.” The words came out rougher than he’d intended, driven solely on compulsion and a need he couldn’t quite define. “My words aren’t as pretty as Eryx’s, but I can listen.”
For the longest time she stayed locked in place, studying him with a deep scrutiny he felt clear to his soul. As though she gauged the meaning of his entire existence from her gaze alone. A fresh tear slipped down her cheek.
He traced its path, captivated by the contrasts between them. Her smooth, creamy skin, to his dark, roughened fingers. His brutish-sized paw against her pixy face.
“I don’t want to talk about where I’ve been.” Her voice ripped him from his thoughts, the angst behind it prodding the beast out from his all too brief respite. “I don’t want him to have any more of me than he already got.”
And by him she meant Maxis. That bastard.
Ludan exhaled slow, but held Brenna’s gaze. In that moment, he’d give a lot to resurrect the son of a bitch and kill him all over again with nothing more than his fists. “Then tell me what made you run.”
“Only my memories.” She looked away, scanning the cove with the pretense of gaining her bearings, but he recognized it for what it was. Diversion. The same tactic he’d used for years to throw people off track.
She smoothed her gown along her thigh, all business but for the sniffles that came between her still uneven breaths. Whatever it was that had chased her from the castle this morning was tucked neatly back in its place. For now. “I need to get back. Ramsay’s awake, but Trinity’s in a bad place. I told them I’d tell Eryx and Galena he was okay, and give them some time alone.”
The casually dropped information punched through Ludan’s languid state as little else could in that moment. Ever since Ramsay and Trinity had come back from Winrun, Ramsay out cold and Trinity a mess of nerves, Eryx’s temper had run sharper than any blade Ludan had fought against. He nodded and set her on her feet, clinging to her hips until she was steady.
The second he lost contact, the voices rose. Nowhere near their normal levels, but the quiet vanished, the chatter of memories he’d consumed the last hundred plus years kicking back into full gear.
So, it wasn’t a fluke. Brenna really was the key. The calming presence he’d sensed from the beginning.
He stood and shook the thoughts off. Eryx needed him. Ramsay needed him. The tiny break was more than he deserved anyway. He’d already learned in the worst possible way what happened when responsibilities went ignored. “I asked Ian to find Lexi before I came after you. Eryx is at the training center, but I’ll contact him and have him meet us at the castle.”
He stepped forward to pick her up, but she staggered back a step and raised her hands to hold him away. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you back to the castle.” Ludan glanced up and over his shoulder at the towering bluff behind them. “Unless you’d rather climb.”
This time she ducked her chin, but it was sweet and paired with a pretty flush on her cheeks. “All right.”
He scooped her up and the voices disappeared. Amazing. A damned miracle in sweet innocent form. He stepped forward, ready to launch to the skies.
“Ludan.”
He stopped and nearly choked at the depth in her dark eyes. Large and full of emotion, full of knowledge no woman her age should know. “You’re wrong.”
Like before, the pleasant brush of her voice sent him sideways, enough so it took at least a seven-second delay before the meaning of her words registered. He lifted an eyebrow, wanting more of her beautiful voice no matter what she had to say.
Her gaze slid sideways and her arms tightened around his neck. “You might not use pretty words, but you were gentle with me.”
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Glossary
Aron - Mainstay livestock in Eden used for food and clothing. The hide is tanned to provide a soft, supple leather and is the predominant source of protective outerwear in the colder regions. The animal’s fur is a cross between that found on a buffalo and a beaver in the human realm. The thickness and warmth of buffalo, but shiny and soft as beaver.
Asshur - A region in Eden. Sun isn't unheard of, but Asshur tends to be cloudier and rainier than other regions. The population has dropped off in the last few centuries with inhabitants moving to more hospitable areas.
Awakening - A Myren ceremony where people between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one are brought into their powers. The father (or paternal representative) is typically the trigger for the process, where the mother (or maternal influence) acts as an anchor for the awakened individual.
Baineann - The female within a bonded union.
Briash - The Myren equivalent of oatmeal. Its color is deep brown and the flavor has a hint of chocolate and cinnamon.
Brasia - A region in Eden. The terrain is mountainous. Heavy snow and difficult conditions prevail in the higher elevations.
Briyo - Brother-in-law.
Cootya - A type of cafe that sells common Myren beverages and snacks. Myren fruits and vegetables are the most common menu items, but some pastries can be found. Most feature an open air area where customers can relax, while kitchen and serving areas remain indoor.
Cush - The capital region of Eden, densely populated with elaborate buildings.
Diabhal - Devil.
Drast - Field-issue protective garment worn by warriors to protect their most vital organs in battle. Made of fine, metal threads, the garments fit their bodies closely. Day-to-day drasts are sleeveless, but the more formal version covers 3/4 of their arms. The necks are boat shaped to allow for greater comfort when fighting. Metal threads block most fire and electrical attacks.
Drishen - A fruit found in Eden. Looks like a grape and tastes like lemonade.
Eden - Another dimension, unknown to humans, within the fabric surrounding Earth.
Ellan - Elected officials who govern the Myren race alongside the Malran or Malress. Like most governing bodies, there are a mix of honest servants who seek prosperity and growth for the Myrens and corrupt lifers who stand on antiquated ideas and ceremonies.
Evad - The realm in which humans reside.
Fireann - The male within a bonded union.
Havilah - A more affluent and less populated region in Eden. Rain occurs, but mostly in the evenings with pleasant days full of sun and comfortable temperatures.
Histus - The human equivalent of hell.
Kilo - A fish that swims in many lakes in Eden, but is most prevalent in Brasia. A popular mainstay of protein in the Myren race, most often prepared by smoking in apple wood and basting with an apple and cinnamon glaze.
Larken - A long-winged bird known for its sing-song chirp. Primarily cobalt blue, while their wingtips are lavender.
Lastas - A favorite Myren breakfast pastry.
Leabrash - Library
Lomos Rebellion - A faction of Myrens that has long pursued the enslavement of humans and sought to overthrow the tenets of the Great One.
Lyrita Tree - An exotic tree exclusive to the Havilah region. Trunks are dark brown. Leaves are long, slender, and sage-green. The blooms are exceptionally large and run from pearl to pale pink in color. Average height for a mature lyrita is thirty to forty feet.
Malran - The male leader of the Myren people and the equivalent of a king in the human realm. Leadership has descended down through the Shantos family line since the birth of the Myren race, with the mantle of Malran (or Malress) falling to the first born.
Malress - The female leader of the Myren people and the equivalent of a queen in the human realm.
Myrens - A gifted race in existence for over six thousand years that lives in another dimension called Eden. They are deeply in tune with the Earth and the elements that surround her. Their powerful minds and connection to the elements allow them to communicate silently with those they are linked to, levitate, and command certain elements. Women typically have more healing or nurturing gifts, where men trend toward protective and aggressive abilities.
Natxu - A regular and expected practice of physical discipline for all Myren warriors. The moves and postures are grueling yet meditative, resulting in peak physical performance and enhanced ties to the elements.
Nirana - The human equivalent of heaven.
Oanan - Daughter-in-law.
Quaran - The Myren equivalent of a General within the warrior ranks.
Runa - Region in Eden, predominantly used for farming. The black soil is rich and sparkles with minerals. It’s surrounded by a crescent-shaped formation of mountains that appear blue from ground level.
Shalla - Sister-in-law.
Somo - Sworn personal guard to the Malran or Malress.
Strasse - A highly intoxicating Myren beverage made from berries found only in Eden.
Strategos - Leader of the Myren warriors.
Torna - An annoying Myren rodent. Larger than an armadillo, but similar in color to an eel. While not typically aggressive, their teeth function similar to a shark. Torna almost always come out fighting.
Underlands - Not considered a region by most, but more of an uninhabited wasteland. Lack of rain makes agriculture nearly impossible.
Vicus - A vegetable known for its extremely tart flavor, popular among the older generation.
Zurun - A thick flaky pastry with a thin layer of icing in the middle, twisted in the shape of a bow.
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