The Fae King’s Assassin by Alisha Klapheke EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Alisha Klapheke
- Language: English
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Assassinations and spying had never been my preferred missions.
Fights with fists and teeth and steel were refreshingly honest when
compared to plotting seduction or slipping herbs into drinks. Which
was why I was thankful that my current assignment had nothing to do with
gold-hemmed dresses and everything to do with stalking an Unseelie
gargoyle through the forest alongside my dragon familiar. I had lost the
Unseelie in the heavy underbrush, but the snap of a twig behind me stilled my
breath.
I spun and sliced my iron and adamant blade across the gargoyle’s
abdomen, loosing a stream of smoking black blood. The monster’s ratty
wings flared wide as he leaped from the brush, lashing a clawed paw at my
head. I rolled under his arm, but the Unseelie still clipped my shoulder and I
let out a hiss. Pain slithered over the injury. Springing up behind the
gargoyle, I gritted my teeth and rammed my sword into its back. The monster
fell to the blood-soaked ground.
Steely clouds billowed beside the autumn sun as I stepped over the dead
Unseelie monster. Another day, another assignment. And while I might have
preferred one mission over another, my master didn’t care about my opinion.
He owned me in every sense of the word, the curse rune on the back of my
neck ensuring my obedience. With one ancient word, he could kill me even
from afar. I wiped the gargoyle’s stench from my blade and surveyed the
skies, seeking a particular pair of dragon wings.
“Where are you, terrible beast?” My dragon, Arkyn, had grown impatient
waiting for the gargoyle to show and had flown off to survey the area. Lucky
for him, he’d missed the fight. “If you’re lolling about in a field of
blueberries, I’m going to roast you for my dinner.”
Arkyn was a good companion, but he had one weakness. Food.
A shadow blocked the sun, then Arkyn was landing beside me, his color
the same hue as the surrounding oak trunks, his eyes as bright as torches, and
his wings buffeting me with wind. The dragon was roughly the size of three
horses, and when he nudged my stomach, I widened my stance to keep from
toppling backward. I rubbed the smooth scales of his head, my heart
warming.
“You’re lucky I’m still alive.” Maneuvering my round shield onto my
back, I found a patch of dark moss. I dragged my dirtied sword along the
ground to clean it, then I tucked a leg into one of Arkyn’s stirrups and hauled
my tired arse onto the dragon’s back. “No one else would sneak Cook’s
scraps to your nest. She values those scraps more than all the lives at
Isernwyrd.”
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