Oath of Betrayal (The Broken Bonds: Slavic Fantasy #1)

T he gods must hate me, I thought, trying to understand what had just happened.

Orm’s kiss left me reeling and filled with a desire to hold the bear of a man closer and do it again. Then I learned he’d used the geas to save my life and failed to mention it, leaving me to worry that something was wrong with me and my emotions.

I hadn’t even digested that punch to the gut when my proximity spell warned of an imminent attack. It also detected the frightening amount of foul magic the advancing creatures possessed, and it didn’t look good. I frowned when, in answer to my warning, Orm stripped the kirbai’s tack before grabbing the creature’s muzzle. ‘If we fail, run to the fortress and show the dragon what you saw here.’

‘Do you think he understands?’ I was curious despite the danger. ‘He does, and he will fight with us. Get behind me, Nivale, and support me as much as you can.’ I burst into laughter, pulling my falchion sword.