Eidolon (Wraith Kings, #2)

by Grace Draven

He approached Anhuset who leveled a scowl on him. “Vengeance,” he said with a half smile and offered her his sword. “You know you want to, sha-Anhuset.” “You know no such thing,” she spat and stepped back. He lost the smile but didn’t retract the offer. “I would be honored if you did.” She glanced at Brishen who only watched her with a radiant blue eye. “Very well,” she said, and Ildiko sobbed quietly at the furious torment in her voice. The Kai woman grasped the sword grip with a gauntleted hand and centered the tip on Serovek’s torso. Her lips curled back, revealing the sharp points of her teeth, and she glared at him with eyes hot enough to immolate him on the spot. “You would punish me for the kindness of your healing,” she said. “What do you want from me, human?” Serovek pinched the blade’s tip between thumb and fingers, positioning it against an unprotected space where lacing created a gap between the armor. “Everything, sha-Anhuset,” he replied with a faint smile and stared into her eyes. He pressed lightly until the blade tip indented his hauberk. “Here,” he said. “The weakest spot.” She huffed. “I doubt it, though I don’t think cutting off your head or your prick will help you become a Wraith King.” Were this a less awful scenario, Ildiko might have laughed. His mischievous grin promised a retort to put Anhuset’s back up, and he delivered. “When I return, you’ll share my bed, warrior woman, and be very grateful you didn’t slice off my prick.” Anhuset snarled and r...