RADIX – DEMON MASTER
Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling Border
Libby the housemaid who'd tended Elsabet in LandingTown arrived in Radix's caverns.
The demon master looked less than pleased to see her. His long gray beard vibrating with his annoyance and his skeletal figure seeming barely visible in the blackness of the cavern he inhabited.
"What are you doing here?" He snapped. "You risk your cover. You are supposed to be keeping an eye open for the watcher."
"I think perhaps I've found something more interesting." She gave a dark laugh. "Something you might be willing to give me another dose of that power to know about."
Radix lifted a bristly gray brow. Irritation written over him and his impossibly long fingers gnarling in a fist that boded ill for the girl.
But she was too excited from the idea of power to note the signs of danger.
"I have been employed by a man from The Isle of Wight to work for a woman in LandingTown."
"And?" Radix hissed. Working hard to hide his rage that the little woman would come here trying to demand his rush of magic in exchange for information. Something he kept her around to collect.
It is your purpose wench! How dare you try to make demands of me.
"She is powerful." Libby explained. "I'm unsure if she is your Watcher. She is blonde and she is lovely, but her magic feels darker."
"Darker?" Radix's voice softened in interest.
Darker has promise...
"It tastes like pure rage. Everyone in the house is terrified of her. Even her companion watches her with a wary eye. Half-afraid of her."
"Tell me something of significance." He feigned boredom.
"Well, tonight she and her companion left on a mission to confront one of your Forever Knights."
Radix waited as the girl paused. Losing patience quickly.
"She never came home. I suspect he has her."
"What did he look like? Did you see him?"
"I followed her. I did get a good look at him. He was tall, blonde, handsome. His face was mesmerizing and a voice you could recognize in a room full of men." Her tone grew wistful and eyes dewy as she described the man.
"You are speaking of the Protector." Radix's eyes narrowed on her, knowing that look. "Where did you see him at?"
"He's been around LandingTown. She was following him to luncheons and Balls. He was her target, I think."
Radix laughed. "She and I have something in common. I'd love to get my hands around that one's throat..."
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"Well," She laughed in a voice too evil for her sweet face. "It seems now that if you find her you will find him. Or vice versa. It won't be hard to sway her to your hand...And she is powerful. I have rarely been around someone with that level of power."
Libby shuddered at the mere memory.
"Careful." Radix warned.
"Save you, of course, My Lord. No one is more powerful than you."
Appeased, Radix cooled.
"Come wench." He nodded toward his lap.
YOU ARE READING
The Taming
FantasyWe are immortals. The Forever Knights. I am a shapeshifter. Collared with a special pendant to be summoned by our alpha. She tried to steal it. But the last thing she expected was for me to turn the tables as soon as we were out of view of my party...
