Chapter 35
KORMAC
“What are you doing here?” I asked as a rumble vibrated the soles of my feet.
Something from outside. Another attack?
I spun to face the window, seeing a large figure running toward the keep. “Lord Cullen?”
“Yes,” the old woman said. “He is here to help you, as am I.”
I faced her again. “Help me how?”
“Remember that I can use silver magic, too.” She showed me her terrifying grin. “Remember all the wonderful things I did for you?”
Was this where she wanted me to get on my knees and praise her hellpissing name?
I folded my arms and nodded. “How are you going to use your magic this time?”
The rumbling stopped. I glanced behind me, the giant’s face filling the window.
“Hello, Consort,” he said, his voice rattling the glass.
I waved behind me, focused on Brigid.
“I can enchant Lord Cullen with the skin of a seal,” she said, “and make him quick of foot. He can take you south, swim you to Spring. You can ride on his back.”
“I like this idea,” the giant agreed.
“You can do that?” I asked.
“Yes. And not only that, I will conjure you clothes of seal skin, too. So you stay nice and dry.”
Gods, I hated her grin, her rotten teeth.
“How long will this magic last for?” I asked.
“As long as it has to,” Brigid replied.
“Until I am slain?” Lord Cullen questioned.
“Indeed, so try not to die.”
The boom of his laugh penetrated my bones.
Silver strands of magic floated around the base of Brigid’s head. “You must leave now.”
“It’s not too late?” I asked.
“That remains to be seen.”
Silver magic hit me, wrapping me in swirling ribbons. My clothes quickly changed into a body-hugging suit of oily skin, only leaving my head exposed. Every contour of my body was on display, from my stomach to the shape of my cock. It was like being naked.
I’d like to see Valance in one of these…
“You are now protected,” Brigid said.
I turned to look at the giant, smothered in a new oily skin, built for full water submergence.
“This will really work?” I said.
“It is all we have,” Brigid responded. “Now go. I will see you soon.”
“What are you going to do?” I wondered.
“Help us much as I can. Now leave.”
I didn’t hesitate, running through the castle, ignoring the panicked calls of the servants. They wanted me to stay, to be safe and warm here. To wait for the king.
Being safe and warm wouldn’t help me or Valance right now.
Lord Cullen waited at the edge of the slope, bent down to offer me his shoulders. I leaped onto his back, clambering up to settle into a slight dip in his collarbone. The perfect seat.
“Onward we go, Consort.”
Don’t call me that!
He charged across the snow, heading south.