Chapter Thirty-Seven Samira
THIRTY-SEVEN SAMIRA
Enjoying yourself, Your Majesty?” he asked, craning his head slowly to the side.
His tunic was torn at the seams, and it billowed out around him in the cold night breeze.
His blazing yellow eyes appeared even crueler in the starlight, and when they scanned over me, I felt like meat he was about to carve up.
The sound of a neck snapping echoed in my ears.
“I—I’m just going back to my cabin,” I stuttered, making to move around him.
Bain matched my step. “Your cabin? Made yourself right at home, didn’t you.” His teeth were pointed bear’s teeth. “All is forgiven, then, eh? Marry our king, get rid of the Shroud, and we’ll pretend your lot never rounded us up.”
“Rounded you up?”
He laughed, ducking his head low, glaring at me from under his eyebrows. He didn’t answer me. Instead, his face elongated, fur sprouted, and he landed in front of me as a bear. Fear choked me.
When the Kaldfolk had reached me in Amunet’s room, there hadn’t been much time to observe their animal forms up close. And even when they’d evacuated Netherridge, I was more concerned with the darkness of the Shroud than I was with a pack of bears.
But a Shifter bear was big. Really big. Much larger than a normal bear. One bite of those massive jaws, and he would take my entire head off.
Running would do no good. I fisted my hands in my balled-up coat as I struggled to control my trembling. Just over his massive body I could see my little cabin, where Milena waited for me. But it was still a good several yards away.
Teeth flashed as Bain let out a roar and lunged.
Even knowing it wouldn’t help, I dropped the coat and burst into a sprint, but I didn’t even fully turn around before he slammed into me, claws like blades impaling my shoulders as I crashed onto my back.
The smell of copper filled the air, and blood leaked down my arms. Hot air and spittle shot into my face as Bain roared again, his weight crushing. His jaws gaped open.
My arms came up, hands shoving his face, keeping his enormous teeth from my jugular. He thrashed, claws digging even deeper. Pain speared through me, and I cried out, eyes squeezing shut.
The Seer had gotten it wrong. I wasn’t going to burn. I was going to be mauled to death.
I worked my legs up under his stomach and pushed with all my strength, trying to topple him. If I could just get free for a second, I could get to the longhouse. He wouldn’t dare attack me in front of Rade. I just had to get inside.
But the bear was too heavy. Bain roared into my face again, blasting me with his rancid breath, choking me—
Something crashed into the bear, knocking him off me.
I gasped, my lungs finally able to expand again. My shoulders were slick with blood, but I hardly felt the fresh wounds as I bolted up to my feet.
Another bear had its teeth locked around Bain’s neck. Every time Bain tried to stand, the second bear smashed his face back down to the earth and snarled. Submit, it seemed to demand. Saliva dripped from Bain’s teeth, bloodlust still in his eyes as he looked at me.
The second bear’s teeth tightened around Bain’s neck, pushing him deeper into the ground until one of his eyes was forced shut. If it bit any deeper, it would break flesh.
Bain finally whimpered and went limp. The teeth released, and Bain staggered up to his paws.
My rescuer stood in front of me protectively, possessively, and snarled.
Bain glared but obediently ambled off, disappearing back into the dark.
Leaving me alone with my rescuer.
This bear was somehow larger than the first, its shoulders reaching much higher than my head. It turned slowly, yellow eyes locking on my still-shaking form, the fur on its neck blue. Without breaking eye contact, it rose up on its hind legs and shifted.
In the next breath, Keir stood in front of me, trousers tattered and bare chest heaving.
His tan skin glistened with sweat under the light of the stars, and despite the pain lancing through me, my eyes ate up the sight of him, the immense strength and power that radiated off him.
His large biceps flexed as he pushed his long braid over his muscled shoulder, veins cording his forearms like vines, and his massive chest rose and fell with each jagged inhale.
My own breath hitched as my gaze lowered.
Above the rows of strong abs, huge white scars slashed along his rib cage, and bone peered out through the flesh, stark against his skin.
Not a fresh wound. Not even a few days old.
The puckering of skin around the exposed bone looked like the scars on my back, on my chest. Old. Smoothed by time.
We all have scars. That was what he’d said this afternoon after I’d shown him my X. But these were not just scars. Incredulously—impossibly—he’d healed with bone bared. Gods, the agony he must feel every hour of every day…
He cocked his head and approached. Stalked closer, until he was mere inches in front of me. His nostrils flared as he took in my scent, a piercing odor of fear and pain, I was sure. I kept my eyes trained on his torn chest.
Then he reached up and smoothed a thumb under my eye, wiping away my tears. The touch was so gentle, so unexpected, my gaze drew up to his.
Keir’s eyes were suns. Scorching as he looked at me. “I told you not to come tonight,” he rasped, voice more guttural than usual, like the night in Amunet’s room, caught between beast and man.
I said nothing. He might have just saved me, but the way his eyes raked over me, I thought it might have only been so he could devour me himself.
And then he moved. Circled me. Every step that of a predator.
I held my injured arms close to my sides and kept perfectly still.
He paused behind me, so close his inhuman body heat seeped into my back, chasing away much of the night’s chill.
From the corner of my eye, I watched his hand lift to my shoulder—an entirely human hand, I marked gratefully.
Slowly, he pulled my nightdress’s strap to the side, revealing my torn shoulder, and I winced. “You’re hurt,” he murmured.
There was something in his voice, something I’d never heard before, and I chanced a look back.
He stared ahead, into the night. The kohl that encircled his eyes and crawled up his forehead made his gaze look murderous, but it wasn’t for me. It was for Bain. He almost looked like he’d tear off into the dark after him.
Then his eyes dipped back down, and his expression changed. The anger faded away, replaced by curiosity. Like my shoulder held the answer to a question he knew he shouldn’t ponder, that he fought with every shred of willpower. A war waging in his mind.
A war he lost as he lowered his head to my skin and inhaled deeply, just as he’d done to my runes a few days ago.
Run, the rational part of my mind urged. Get back to the longhouse or to Milena.
But I couldn’t. I could only watch as Keir’s eyes guttered, so dark there was almost no trace of their bright gold.
His hand hovered beside my arm a moment before drifting down again, stroking me without so much as touching me.
A shiver racked my body, though I was anything but cold.
In fact, my skin felt flushed, and a deep heat was curling low.
“That scent…” he rumbled, his nose skimming against the curve of my neck, making goose bumps pucker over every inch of my flesh. “Gods, that scent…”
Keir didn’t touch me, barely even allowed his face to graze mine, but I felt the phantom brush of his lips against the back of my neck, and my breath stuttered, the earthy spice of a mulberry tree filling my nose.
Keir chuckled, a rough purr that tightened my insides.
“Always so scared, aren’t you, little rabbit? ” he whispered.
“I—I’m not scared of you.”
He inhaled again, and another deep laugh rolled out of him.
“I suppose you’re not.” He lifted his head, and his bottom lip accidentally brushed the shell of my ear.
I felt the touch all the way down to the tips of my toes and bit my lip, that swirling heat unfurling entirely, filling me with a deep pulsing want.
Another rumble of a laugh. “No, you’re not scared at all, are you.
The scent of fear is nowhere near as tempting as this. ”
“Tempting as wha—” I turned to face him, but his hands clamped down on my hips.
“Don’t,” he said sharply. I heard him swallow, his fingers flexing against my sides as he struggled for control, kneading my flesh. “Don’t move.” Haggard breathing stirred the tips of my hair.
“Why?” I asked, voice little more than a whisper.
He didn’t say anything for a long time. The skin under his unforgiving grip throbbed, a sensation that spread through my whole body. Keir hated me and I hated him. Yet there was an unmistakable heat growing between my legs, anticipation beating in my veins.
Keir’s right hand released its grip on my hip to slide to my stomach.
He applied just enough pressure to ease me back a single step, and then our bodies were flush.
Suddenly, my heart was trying to beat its way out of my rib cage.
Keir’s body was a furnace. His chest expanded against my shoulder blades with each unsteady inhale, restless energy emanating from him in waves, like he was one second away from pouncing.
He ducked his head to speak in my ear. “Because,” he finally said, breath hot on my neck, “you’re already hurt, and I don’t want to make it worse. ”
I angled my head toward him, our cheeks brushing. “I told you, I’m not scared of you.”
“I guess I’m not making myself clear.” His lips skimmed over the spot behind my ear.
Almost a kiss but not quite. His palm against my stomach drew me even closer, and I sucked in a breath when I felt something hot and hard dig into the small of my back.
Fire melted down my spine, centering in my core.
Keir took hold of my jaw and turned my face so I was looking straight into those simmering eyes. “Clear enough?”
Oh yes. He was very, very clear.
Keir wanted me. It should have disgusted me or frightened me.
And yet, against every instinct, every ounce of common sense, every logical corner of my mind, a thrill shot through me.
My gaze lowered to his lips, so close his breath dusted across mine.
All I had to do was lean an inch closer, and I’d taste them—
Keir ripped his hands away and stepped back, cold filling the sudden space between us. He stared at me, brows high, chest rising and falling rapidly. Almost as if he’d heard my thoughts. Or rather, smelled them.
Voice shaky, I ventured, “Keir?”
“I’ll get the healer.”
“Keir—”
Paws hit the earth in seconds as he shifted and bounded away.
I stood there, with only the dim torches and stars for light, and fought to catch my breath.
My face felt too hot, my insides were on fire, and my legs were like a newborn colt’s.
For some reason, I felt embarrassed, though I wasn’t entirely sure why.
Wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened in general.
Why had Keir… and why had I…? I could still smell mulberries, a cloud around me pulling at that memory I couldn’t quite see. At once comforting and intoxicating.
I shook my head, trying desperately to clear it, and practically sprinted back to my cabin.
Siv came and patched me up. But even after she made assurances that I’d be all right, even after she agreed not to tell Rade what had happened, and even after Milena had fallen asleep curled up beside me, I could still feel Keir’s breath on my neck, his heat against me, his rough voice in my ear.
I didn’t sleep at all that night.