The Viking Chase

Chapter 5- Enemies' Talk

Author’s Note: I know that the chapters aren’t that long but I am a new writer. As a new writer I am learning as I go along so I’m sorry if the chapters are short but they will get longer with time and as the book gets more in depth.

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Thank you for the supportive comments so far and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Caderyn’s POV-

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The moonlight glints off the cold steel that digs lightly into my throat, warning me of the dangerous position I am in. A normal person would be afraid after looking down and seeing a knife sticking into their skin but I’m no normal man.

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I have seen and caused countless deaths, I no longer fear it. So I pull my glance away from the knife knowing that if I was going to die, I might as well not waste my last moments. I rather my last sight be of something beautiful and by god’s grace she was a sight to see.

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Her big blue eyes are so steady and clear, open for me to see the strength behind them. Her eyes are what really got to me. They sparked with determination but also hesitation, like she was not doing this because she wanted to but rather she had to.

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Aoife’s POV-

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God damn it, just do it already.

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No matter how many times I repeat this thought, I cannot bring myself to make the necessary slash across his throat. I know I have no choice but to end this man’s life. I know that my men’s blood stains his hands. I know that this might be my only chance to take at least one of the warriors down.

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I know all of these things but I cannot bring myself to do it.

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My eyes are wide and my hand holding the short sword is shaking as I look up into the hard face of a cold man. Although handsome this man is obviously someone who was to be feared and respected. His hazel eyes look down at me in a calm silence as if he is not bothered by the sharp edge at his throat. His sharp cheekbones and strong jaw create a perfect canvas for the moonlight to shine on. The beams lovingly caress his scar that runs through his left eyebrow and down his eyelid. His scar and his dark beard plays into his intense and intimating look. His long and curly black hair is tied back from his face leaving it open for my curious eyes.

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He is a striking man with his looks and tall frame that is at least a foot taller than me. I have never seen a warrior like him before; a being that pulses with strength and power.

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A striking man with a voice that was deep but strong as he asks my name, as if he has perfect control of the situation.