Chapter 11.-2
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“My discomfort?” she said, and I almost echoed the same. Could he sense that she was pregnant?
“You’re favoring your left knee. I’m guessing it’s an old injury that flares up from time to time.”
Her cheeks reddened. “Um, yes. It is a little twinge. You’re very observant.”
“You have a long journey ahead of you.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“These mountains are a journey for everyone. Lots of walking. The salve will help.” He winked and drew the bridge back up again. “Come. I hope you haven’t eaten. We have plenty for breakfast.”
As he walked away, Nyx reached down and touched her knee. She caught me looking, narrowed her eyes, and joined the rest of the group as she walked away. I examined her gait. She wasn’t limping, but she was favoring her right leg just a little.
Furious as I was, I couldn’t question her just yet. Not when people were coming out of their houses and greeting us with enthusiastic waves.
What the hell? Was there some kind of weird cult in the middle of the woods?
As rustic as the buildings were, everything was solidly made. The cabins had thatched roofs and glass windows. A dirt and rock path led between the homes and buildings. There were gardens and a farming area with cows, chickens, and goats. Two vehicles were parked at the end of the
road.
“What are you doing here?” Duke asked, echoing my thoughts.
“Living,” Charles said with a laugh. “We have our place on the mountain, with the wolves. Where there is wild magic, you’ll find all kinds of things. Some of us are human. Some of us are witches. We have a few werewolves among us. Anyone who needs sanctuary is welcome.”
“Witches?” Nash demanded. “You have witches here?”
“That surprises you? It has been a long time since I’ve been off the mountain, but I assure you,
there are witches everywhere. Powerful ones gravitate here. They’re more comfortable with the
magic here.”
“You’re a witch?” Nyx asked.
“No, though most days, I wish I was,” he responded with a strange sigh. Rounding the corner, we
came across a table filled with food: cheese and bread and fruit and fish. A feast, especially for so
early in the morning. My stomach rumbled, but I was hyperaware of the strangeness of the
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situation, as was everyone else. No one dove for it, although everyone did stare. Was that drool coming from Dante’s mouth?
“That suspicion will serve you well here,” Charles admitted. He waved his hands, and three men and women joined us. Together, they made a show of tasting all the food. Duke looked at me and I nodded.
They descended on the table as if they were starving. I didn’t begrudge them the big meal. It might be the last full one they had for a while.
“How did you know that we were in search of sanctuary?”
A brunette with blue eyes and petite features snapped her head up and frowned. “It’s not polite to lie to your hosts after they’ve treated you well, Rhyson. You are not in search of sanctuary. Not yet.”
Everyone stilled, and my wolf rose to the surface of my skin. I let my power loose and stared down
at her. “And just how do you know my name?”
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