Authors: L. Filloon
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A special thanks to the following:
, for your unrelenting support and encour
agement. I could not
have done it without you. I love you.
, for the
foresight to see what I could not
see and threaten to kick my butt
! Love you, Sis.
, for being there when it counts and being crazy right along with me…
I got $20!!
I want to also thank the best ladies to ever come along in my short writing career:
, my publicist for being there from the very beginning. I could not have done it without you.
You always know what to say…thank you
And thank you for all the hard work on The Velesi Trilogy.
, my editor for allowing me to be as creative as I want to be
and throwing out the lifeline when the water gets insanely choppy. Thank you for all the great work, the great
and for not giving up on me.
For Afatia Christina
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~ Lily ~
I can no longer hear their voices.
The drumming of
the heavy rain is all around me,
keeping rhythm with the quick tempo of my heart.
The large elf before me grips my shoulders tightly, but it’s
fear that keeps me in place.
He raises his head listening for any sound other than that of the rhythmic downpou
Terrified, I watch his eyes – e
yes like Tharin's
. And for
I desperately want to believe
who’s holding me close against him. As
I continue to stare in silence
e takes his time scanning the area under the cover of the dense jungle where I now find myself scared and alone…with a mad elf
I glance down at the black stone embedded into the back of my wrist, black ink-like markings slowly seeping from it
Thoughts of calling Cessa are tempting, but
I witnessed first
hand how fast my captor
when he took me from Tharin’s side
He pulled us through the doorway into Velesi, leaving Tharin stunned with a look of shock and bewilderment on his face
I just can’t risk Cessa being cut down in front of me
Tharin loves that cat
and she’s all I have of him now
Not only that, but I’ve grown to care very much
her since our first meeting three nights ago
turns to me, making me jump
His eyes, like those of the elf I am doomed to love, stare back at me filled with arrogance and triumph
I take in
size and the sharp
pointed ears, reminding me I’m not safe, not by a long shot.
I swat his hand away
when he reaches toward my face. H
olding my breath, I freeze, waiting for the first strike to come
He gives me a raise
brow instead and actually smiles
Somehow that scares me more than if he had struck me
He reaches out again, this time it takes everything I have not to flinch
Instead of touching my cheek, however, he reaches for my hair
With a quick movement, he flicks it back and takes hold of my ear, slowly tracing its outline
His hands are large and rough, but his touch is gentle
I start to shiver, not so much from the rain and cold, but from fear.
Removing his hand, he stares down at me, “Don’t worry, Princess
. I promise not to hurt you
as long as you do as I say.”
to look scared
I swallow the fear I can’t shake despite his promise
He lets go of me and steps away
I stand shivering as he
takes his time looking me over.
His silent assessment becomes uncomfortable
ithout thinking, “Ple...please don’t call me that
My name is Lily.”
Another raised brow is his response followed by a crooked grin
I wrap my arms around myself to hide my fear
I continue to shiver
coat Tharin gave me is warm
After a moment, he reaches for the clasp at his neck and takes off his cape
Stepping forward, he wraps it around me, taking his time
he cape falls above his knees
my ankles and hangs like a tent
He reaches behind me and pulls the hood over my head, covering it completely
. I look up at him and see he’s wearing a longer cape that I didn’t notice before. Now hidden,
I feel his eyes on me again as he remains close
and the urge to step away becomes overwhelming
Before I can make a move
he grabs me by my wrist, turns and drags me after him
I try to look
the large hood at the
that seems to reach out at me, like hands trying to pull me into their shadows
Finally, keeping my head down, I do my best to keep up with my captor’s long strides
We stay within the dark cover, making our way quietly from where we came through the doorway
I think back on when I gave
It didn’t escape me that he purposely ignored
Somehow not knowing his name makes him seem even more dangerous, which is probably his intent
Perhaps I can find a stone, hit him on the back of his head, and then when he’s down I can hit him again to make sure he
then run like hell back the way I came
I peer up
his massive shoulders
That’s a pretty thick neck and an even bigger head
Hitting him probably wouldn’t knock him out, just piss him off
Besides, I don’t think I can reach up that high.
I think hard of another way to escape, but I find myself lost in my thoughts of Tharin
so confused about how I’m feeling that I have to shake my head
hard to try to clear it.
I take a deep breath and release it slowly
I have to get
hold of myself
Of course I had to leave him
It was only a matter of time
I had to get away from Tharin or he would have gone through with the wedding, and
been miserable for the rest of his life
A sob catches at my throat as the full impact of how deeply I feel for him hits me again
I love him
I wish this truth had remained hidden
I want to go back to being ignorant of it because knowing it has left a piece of me with him
No matter where I am, I will always feel as if something inside me is missing.
I didn’t realize that my captor had stopped
and I bump into him hard
He catches me before I lose my footing on
wet, muddy ground
pulls me to a nearby tree
The hood of the cape is
huge on me
and it covers half my face from his view
Still, he’s close enough that it doesn’t matter.
“I haven’t touched you, why are you crying?” he asks quietly.
I blink at him for a moment, trying to understand what he’s asking
It takes me another second to realize what has just happened
So, he sensed I was crying,
but I didn’t even realize I was. And with that thought, s
omething inside me snaps
of being kidnapped by him
humiliated like this pisses me off
Just because I’m short and small doesn’t give him or anyone else the right to treat me like a rag doll
, and without thought, I grab him and drive my knee upward catching him between the legs
With a surprised and painful look on his face, he
drops me as he grabs himself and sinks to the ground
I take two steps, but fall flat on my face thanks to the slippery terrain
I try to get
to make a run for it
as I struggle against the rain, the mud and the oversized cape
I almost make it, too
He catches me by my ankle
causing me to hit the ground hard
, this time hitting my head as my hands slip from under me
I become light
headed and my vision wavers as the rain starts to pour harder, cutting through the leafy canopy above us
I feel myself being dragged back
by my ankle until large hands grab my shoulders
I find myself
face to face
as he shakes me. “Stop it, Lily. You’re going to get us killed,” he says through clenched teeth.
The hit to
head along with exhaustion causes everything around me to become blurry and unfocused
. I have to get away…get back to the others.