Sorcerer: Betrayal: Power of Air (Book 4)

Read Online Sorcerer: Betrayal: Power of Air (Book 4) by D. L. Harrison - Free Book Online

Book: Sorcerer: Betrayal: Power of Air (Book 4) by D. L. Harrison Read Free Book Online
Authors: D. L. Harrison
Ads: Link
I’m human, and what is an elemental court? ”
    I was a bit frustrated already, because I knew she wouldn’t
answer.  I felt her silent apology, and I retreated from her mind.  I actually
felt guilty for asking, I knew she cared about me but still couldn’t answer.  I
tried to reach for that answer, but nothing came to me.  Maybe I was powerful
enough to see Zale, but the information about the court was protected by the
lord?  Who knew, it was just a guess but probably right.
    Another question I had, who the hell was Liantherius, and
was he in my side?  Was he maybe Aitheria’s lord, the one that sent her to
protect me?  I wasn’t sure, but again it made sense.  Zale, and it seemed even
Zale’s lord, feared and hated Liantherius.  I could feel it when the name was
spoken.
    My last worry was I was getting too visible now.  The
unnamed elemental lord of air said I was stupid for standing out.  But really I
didn’t know what else I could have done besides flee the city, and while I
needed to keep a low profile that would have put my friends and family in
danger.  One more thing to lay at the council’s feet.  I would take
responsibility for my choice, but they were the ones that forced me to take
action.
    Too many things were happening at once, and I was having a
hard time keeping two conversations straight while only being half here anyway
due to what happened earlier.  I decided I could talk to Aitheria more later,
though I wasn’t sure if there was a point.
    Sierra and I were feeding each other from the same plate
when the rest of them got back to the table.  The conversation moved to more
day to day things, and I slowly relaxed.  I was still hurting, but the pack, my
mate, and the pack ally bond all soothed me to a certain extent.  Of course,
Aitheria was part of that too, and her comforting presence didn’t leave my
side.
    When we finished eating, Todd turned to Aiya a little
nervously.
    “I thought the best way to tell you was to show you.”
    I could see the confusion on Aiya’s face when they all got
up and walked into the yard, leaving the two of us alone.  I almost laughed at
the shocked confusion, when they all started to strip.  Apparently she wasn’t
as shy as I was, because she didn’t look away, and when they changed her eyes
grew wide, and her voice squeaked.  Then the pack raced out of the back yard
and into the woods.
    “Are you okay?”
    Slowly, she turned to me, “Umm, werewolves?”
    I nodded, “Yes.  Born only, can shift anytime.”
    “Born only?”
    I shrugged, “Unlike the movies, you can’t catch it from a
bite, it’s not a disease.  They’re a supernatural race, with magic to change
their shape.”
    She asked sounding a little lost, “Why am I here, why me? 
He’s…”
    I shook my head, that wasn’t my business to tell, “You
should ask him that, but I imagine for the same reason I’m here, and with
Sierra.”
    She nodded, “Alright, witches, sorcerers, vampires,
werewolves, what else?”
    “That’s all I know about.  There might be more, but if so
they hide even from us.”
    I knew that was only a half truth, but I was leery in
telling her about the non-mortal races, such as the ones created from pure
magic and spirit, the elementals.
    She took a deep breath and stood up, “I need a beer, want
one?”
    I nodded, a beer sounded like a really good idea…
     

Chapter 10
    Friday, June 10 th , 2016, 7:16 AM
    I woke to Sierra’s soft loving touch for a morning reprise
of last night’s passion.  Somehow the grief and loss magnified the love and
made things more intense.  It was quite a while before we made our way to the
shower and then down for breakfast. 
    I spied Aiya already at the table, on Todd’s lap, and thought
it safe to assume their conversation went well last night.  It also occurred to
me as we moved into the kitchen to grab coffee, that she’d taken all the
revelations well last night.  Maybe because she’d known the

Similar Books

Unknown

Christopher Smith

Poems for All Occasions

Mairead Tuohy Duffy

Hell

Hilary Norman

Deep Water

Patricia Highsmith