Beyond the treeline, Simon Worthington circled Noraâs carriage. Following her tracks across mud and gravel into the woods. Pacing in the grove as he tried not to think about how long the Targue had been gone. Heâd hoped it would return by now. Worthington was bent on taking her to the demon. His hope was that in comparison to Radix, Nora would be grateful to see him. His eyes lit at the prospect.
He sneered at the idea sheâd have nowhere to run then. The concept of starving her until she was delighted to see him made his heart race.
Worthington hadnât thought Radix would so readily jump on the idea when heâd gathered the gumption to propose it. But Radix had crossed the room to collect one of the heavy leashes strung to the lumbering Targue. He returned and handed it to Worthington.
Causing the beastâs red eyes to lift to Worthington loyally.
Seating himself on a flattened stump, Worthington waited. Popping knuckles and gnawing his lip. Elbows on his knees he bounced his feet anxiously. Itâd occurred to him to go look for the Targue but he feared The Captain would catch him.
Radix had said before that Forever Knights would kill him without blinking. But Worthington was aware that if he failed at this, and the Captain didnât kill him. Radix surely wouldâ¦for getting caught.
Bushes parted next to Worthington and he sat up hopefully.
A large man strode from the trees. Tall and blonde and tying his hair with a leather tether.
Worthington launched to his feet. Moving toward the stranger, but the manâs head spun to eye him.
Exuding dangerous power, gold eyes lighted on Worthington, coldly. Pupil elongating and narrowing until cat-like.