Horsemen Famine?!No, that can’t be. The arrows could be misleading. Anyone can have a bow and shoot with precision, but the two whips with a spike? That’s a Famine Horseman trademark.
Oh, how I wish my Divine wasn’t dwindling to uselessness so I could figure outwhatthey are.
The two male warriors—I’m guessing by their builds, quickly finish off everyone and frantically scan the forest. If they’re looking for more Deviants, I should tell them I already took care of the rest, right?
The shadows on them are making it difficult to recognize them. In case my lousy luck returns, I use their distraction and quietly bring my spear in front of me as my contingency plan. I’m choosing to believe they can’t see my arm trembling.
“Nevaeh?”
My head snaps to the man carefully approaching me like you would a wild animal.Good. They should be scared shitless because if they touch me or my kid, I will eat them alive.But not literally.
My throbbing knee humbles me immediately, and the pain temporarily blocks my hearing with a high-pitched ringing in my ears. With a mask of indifference, I cautiously lower myself to the ground without taking my eyes or spear from the men.
This feels an awful lot like I’m submitting to them, and it bruises my ego more than my ribs. But then I think about face-planting in front of them. I would rather look meek than take that mortifying fall. I hate that I don’t look as terrifying as I want to, but for their sake, I hope they don’t test me.
Having more blood on my hands would hurt my gentle soul.Kidding.I would gladly carve them to pieces if I’m threatened.
The man who suspiciously knows my name crouches at a safe distance, as if to appear non-threatening and pays zero attention to the weapon pointed at him.
Brave?Yes.
Stupid?Also, yes.
The moonlight is playing a clever hide-and-seek game, sneakily seeping through the gaps between trees before bestowing its soft hue on the face previously hidden by the dark shadows.
When my eyes meet the most beautiful pair of dark emerald eyes I’ve ever seen, I’m almost certain I gasp out loud. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m so fucking glad I sat down before I made a fool of myself by falling on my ass.
Motherfucking shitballs!
My eyes refuse to blink in fear of this gorgeous man disappearing into thin air. I refuse to breathe until I know the slightest gush of air won’t wake me up from this beautiful dream. Every bit of my pain and confusion is suddenly forgotten, even my trembling hand freezes mid-air. My shortness of breath should concern me, but staying alive isn’t my biggest priority.
I can justnotbreathe for a few minutes, right?
I wasn’t aware of how dangerously my body was shivering from the harsh cold until it came to a soothing halt from a single glance at this man whom I couldn’t stop ogling no matter what.Fates help me.
Is he an incubus? Is it a full moon tonight? Am I being tricked by the most handsome man of his kind? I’m not sure why his hypnotic eyes reel me in with this unknown familiarity when I’ve never seen him before.
How my guard crumbles with a mere tilt of his head is unbelievably terrifying. Before I drown in his enchanting emerald eyes, I reluctantly tear my eyes from his.
Terrible idea. If I was drowning before, consider me dead because what the fuck is this man made of.
Loose chestnut curls sway in the wind, and a strand lazily drops on his forehead. I’m choosing to believe he paid someone to carve the jaw my fingers are itching to run along the slope of. Smooth ivory skin glowing in the moonlight entrances me, and my brain malfunctions completely when my eyes land on his perfectly sculpted plump lips, a shade of pink—
Snap out of it, Nevaeh! He could be the enemy!
As If I wouldn’t let him stab me just so I could feel him closer.
Why the fuck did I just think that?! This incredibly handsome stranger is doing some sorcery on me.
The unashamed staring between me and the perfectly sculptedAngelof a man is broken when I feel the other man step closer. Angel man has to wait until I make sure he won’t bury me in these woods.
Shifting my attention along with the direction of my spear, I point it at the man who broke my trance and fix my deadliest glare on him. The warrior instantly raises his hands in the air, indicating he isn’t a threat.
“It’s not polite to threaten people who just saved your ass,sunshine.” The man makes a weird disapproving sound with his tongue. Dropping to the ground, he sits with his legs crossed, and I want to ask how he did that with the layers of solid armor on him.
When he dusts his shoulder, I notice his armor overflowing with colorful stickers. His ensemble resembles a children’s drawing book, and his smile feels borderline creepy. I admit, the smiling idiot is cute, except that he’s gawking at me as if I’ll start pooping rainbows any minute.
I want to say their display of power is enough for me to guess who they are, but I can’t relax unless I’m a hundred percent sure.
