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protector.”
Carrig's brows come together. “She is now... unprotected?”
Baird throws his head back, shouting to the sky as answer. Birds that were nesting rise, flying into the deep night.
Baird curses, lowering to his haunches. He looks over the wounds. The most grievous is the slaughter of Kael's manhood. It causes Baird to think in another direction.
Baird looks over the small opening in the wood. His eyes catch on a fat tree trunk where the bark is torn. He stands and walks to the tree.
He scrutinizes the base. Moss is depressed in the shape of feet. Male feet. Baird's hands move to two areas where bark is missing. They fit his hands.
His height.
Someone stood here with their palms pressed against the tree trunk. Baird stares at the bark, willing it to speak.
He leans forward, his nostrils opening wide once. Hard.
Siana's scent fills him.
His eyes burst open and narrow on a single strand of golden hair caught in a deep groove of bark.
He plucks it out of the trunk and slides the silky strand between his fingers.
Baird backs up a few steps, measuring his breathing.
“ What?” Carrig asks from behind him.
“ Siana is with the Faction.”
“ How do you know?”
“ Because Kael was fucking her against yonder tree.” Baird is proud he said those words without flinching.
Carrig laughs behind Baird.
Baird whirls in an anger so deep, it is a trench in his heart, running with a river of deep denial and desperation.
“ Tell me why you laugh before I stuff my fist down your throat.”
“ You have never been our best tracker, Baird.” He taps the bridge of his nose.
“ Get to the fucking point, if there be one within a mile of here.”
Carrig smirks, glances at the rogue at their feet, then nods. “Yes, Kael rutted with Siana—for all the good it did.”
“ The point!” Baird commands without a bit of patience.
“ I smell who was here, how many—that they be Faction.”
Baird throws his arms apart, pacing away. “As do I—get on with it.”
“It is what I also smell that might sway your stubborn arse.”
Baird turns slowly.
“She fucked Kael. Siana also watched his murder—her only protector.”
Carrig’s words momentarily somber Baird.
“See what direction they were headed?” Carrig asked.
The Reaper stronghold. Siana and Kael were seeking them.
Why?
It is a solid guess upon discovering the Druid females were missing they had been making haste to form an alliance with the one sect who would want to make the same effort of reacquisition.
Baird nods. “Aye.”
“There is one other thing I smell.”
Baird stalks toward him.
“Siana is with child Baird.”
Baird halts, frozen. “With child?”
Carrig gives a short nod.
Baird's mind spins. He had thought her bred already. Now he understands he and Kael were amongst her first lovers.
The Sacred Stone.
Legend spoke of stranger things than an out-of-season Druid being made ripe if circumstances were perfect.
Could it be?
She fucks Kael now, he reminds himself. Of course, that was no longer accurate as Kael grew stiff from death at their feet.
Carrig says something.
“What?” Baird asks, deep in speculation.
“ Yours.”
Baird raises a brow. “Mine?”
“The child. The child is yours.”
Baird stares.
“No. Siana, we—there was just the one time to save her life. She is—was spreading herself for Kael at every turn.”
Carrig laughs heartily.
Baird wishes to extract his teeth one by one.
Carrig studies Baird's expression, and his laughter dies. “For a smart Reaper, you behave like an imbecile. Baird,” Carrig says slowly, “it only takes once.”
Baird feels ill. His palm flings out, smacking into a solid tree as he steadies himself.
“ Your female is in the hands of the murdering Faction, and she carries your young.”
Baird’s stomach gives a lurch.
He gives in, turning to his side, and throws up against the tree. When he finishes, he looks Carrig dead in the eye.
“ She will not want
Carrig's brows come together. “She is now... unprotected?”
Baird throws his head back, shouting to the sky as answer. Birds that were nesting rise, flying into the deep night.
Baird curses, lowering to his haunches. He looks over the wounds. The most grievous is the slaughter of Kael's manhood. It causes Baird to think in another direction.
Baird looks over the small opening in the wood. His eyes catch on a fat tree trunk where the bark is torn. He stands and walks to the tree.
He scrutinizes the base. Moss is depressed in the shape of feet. Male feet. Baird's hands move to two areas where bark is missing. They fit his hands.
His height.
Someone stood here with their palms pressed against the tree trunk. Baird stares at the bark, willing it to speak.
He leans forward, his nostrils opening wide once. Hard.
Siana's scent fills him.
His eyes burst open and narrow on a single strand of golden hair caught in a deep groove of bark.
He plucks it out of the trunk and slides the silky strand between his fingers.
Baird backs up a few steps, measuring his breathing.
“ What?” Carrig asks from behind him.
“ Siana is with the Faction.”
“ How do you know?”
“ Because Kael was fucking her against yonder tree.” Baird is proud he said those words without flinching.
Carrig laughs behind Baird.
Baird whirls in an anger so deep, it is a trench in his heart, running with a river of deep denial and desperation.
“ Tell me why you laugh before I stuff my fist down your throat.”
“ You have never been our best tracker, Baird.” He taps the bridge of his nose.
“ Get to the fucking point, if there be one within a mile of here.”
Carrig smirks, glances at the rogue at their feet, then nods. “Yes, Kael rutted with Siana—for all the good it did.”
“ The point!” Baird commands without a bit of patience.
“ I smell who was here, how many—that they be Faction.”
Baird throws his arms apart, pacing away. “As do I—get on with it.”
“It is what I also smell that might sway your stubborn arse.”
Baird turns slowly.
“She fucked Kael. Siana also watched his murder—her only protector.”
Carrig’s words momentarily somber Baird.
“See what direction they were headed?” Carrig asked.
The Reaper stronghold. Siana and Kael were seeking them.
Why?
It is a solid guess upon discovering the Druid females were missing they had been making haste to form an alliance with the one sect who would want to make the same effort of reacquisition.
Baird nods. “Aye.”
“There is one other thing I smell.”
Baird stalks toward him.
“Siana is with child Baird.”
Baird halts, frozen. “With child?”
Carrig gives a short nod.
Baird's mind spins. He had thought her bred already. Now he understands he and Kael were amongst her first lovers.
The Sacred Stone.
Legend spoke of stranger things than an out-of-season Druid being made ripe if circumstances were perfect.
Could it be?
She fucks Kael now, he reminds himself. Of course, that was no longer accurate as Kael grew stiff from death at their feet.
Carrig says something.
“What?” Baird asks, deep in speculation.
“ Yours.”
Baird raises a brow. “Mine?”
“The child. The child is yours.”
Baird stares.
“No. Siana, we—there was just the one time to save her life. She is—was spreading herself for Kael at every turn.”
Carrig laughs heartily.
Baird wishes to extract his teeth one by one.
Carrig studies Baird's expression, and his laughter dies. “For a smart Reaper, you behave like an imbecile. Baird,” Carrig says slowly, “it only takes once.”
Baird feels ill. His palm flings out, smacking into a solid tree as he steadies himself.
“ Your female is in the hands of the murdering Faction, and she carries your young.”
Baird’s stomach gives a lurch.
He gives in, turning to his side, and throws up against the tree. When he finishes, he looks Carrig dead in the eye.
“ She will not want
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